Do not talk to Strangers....

As a child my mother used to very often tell me while goin out of the house, "Do not talk to strangers"...

How many strangers do we meet in every day life...and how many leave a lifetime mark in our lives....and how many do we forget in the very next moment.

But have you at any time been into any situation where you had no other option than trusting a Stranger?

Scene1:
My very first day at Bangalore. I was on a business visit to meet some clients and I was put up at a guest house arranged by my company which was near to my office. I had to reach my office on my own.
I gathered all the necessary directions from the caretaker of the guest house as how to reach office but the moment I stepped out of the complex gate I was lost.
And there I was bargaining with the auto-wala. "60 Rs for just 3 kms!!". "Yes Madam, the front gate is closed. I will have to take you to the different route."
Suddenly I heard a car honking behind and someone calling. A middle aged woman in a car. 
"Hello!! Excuse me!! Where do you want to go?"
"Oh! Hi! I want to go to the Manyata Embassy Business Park."
"New to the city?"
"Oh Yes! I am here only for a week."
I looked closely. There was a young girl and an elderly woman in the car too. Probaly her daughther and mother-in-law.
"Please come in. I am going in the same direction. I shall drop you."
Hesitated...Embarrased....Helpless...I plunge in.
The lady was so helpful, she not only dropped me at my office but also taught me how to go to office without letting the auto-walas cut a hole in my pocket.
I will so ever be grateful to her. I was too shy to ask her name. Just thanked her and got down from the car. Never ever saw her again for the rest of the days of the stay in Bangalore.

Scene2:
Me sitting at the waiting lounge at the Kolkata International Aiport. Waiting to board my first ever international flight to Dubai, where I had to halt for 8 hrs for my connecting flight to Amsterdam.
Phew!! The journey seemed too long too travel alone. I was hell scared. The only smile on my face was when I was receiving text messages from my friends to stop worrying.

A Man(lets call him Mr. X) in his early thirties was sitting just opposite to me, reading a Jeffery Archer book. He was so engrossed that his flight tickets fell off from within the pages of his book without him realizing it. I picked up his tickets and handed over to him. He gave a thankful smile. Soon our flight was announced and I completely forgot about this man.

After arriving at Dubai. I was completely lost. Such a huge airport. So many unknown faces from all over the world. The airlines company had arranged a hotel for me for the 8hrs halt at Dubai. I had to reach the airlines counter where they would arrange a bus for me to take me to the hotel.

I wander for about half an hour asking every 3rd person that i met to find my way to the security and immigration counter without any success. I became so stressed as I was lost that I could feel my eyes moisten.
And then suddenly in the crowd i see Mr. X!! I was so happy to see him as if I had met a long lost relative of mine and couldnt help smiling at him!
He comes up to me and say "Bangali?" means "Are you a Bengali?". Oh My God!! I couldnt ask for more! He guided me through the whole process of immigartion and security check. He told he was also in the same organization where I worked. He was going to Coepenhagen and our connecting flights was around the same time. We went to the same hotel and in the mean time met many Indians going to Amsterdam.
The final time we said goodbye to each other. I wanted to ask his name but "I donot talk to Strangers."