Help from Beyond..

“NOT FRIENDS, NOT

ENEMIES, JUST SOME

STRANGERS WITH SOME

MEMORIES”

Dismayed. Utter shock. Worry. Tears trickles down their faces. Their last ride to catch up their dreams, was about to be crumpled. 

Only if…

Anjum and Rehan failed to catch their last bus to school. It was already drizzling in Dhanbad, a small coal mine town. Anjum & Rehan was in class Xth. Board exams were going on, it was their last exam, last ride to fly with their dreams. Worried stiff they ran back to home & informed their mother. Father was already out on a tour. Mother tried to raise the help. But..

All hell break loose. All were crying,begging,praying neighbors for help. But no neighbours own a conveyance of their own. Alas no help came!!! Not within that time period. Mourning has a pace & rhythm of its own. It can not be rushed. 
Tough time don’t last, but tough people do. After a short-while, prayers of the mourners were finally answered. Out of nowhere came a biker, ready to give lift to her children.
Complete stranger. Relief. Breathe of fresh air. Happiness.
Mother took the opportunity, her children ride away with the biker.
Smiling, thought her prayers were answered, relived mother told her neighbors. Awestruck neighbours pitied the mother, told her to hurry or her children might be in grave danger. Ride to school doesn’t result in ride to hell.  All her happiness melt down like the ice cream kept in open. Grief stricken hurries down to school to check her children safe and sound. And indeed they were. Safe and sound like stars shining in the sky.

Memories remains.. good or bad.. and you..
Who was the stranger, who came in nick of time?

God answers when you least expect it.