Random Acts of Kindness or acts that are…kinda random?
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Saturday afternoon. I am, as usual, famished and looking forward to lunch. The sun is beating down and I am on a bike in the middle of a traffic snarl in Bangalore. Hardly the kind of situation where I expect anyone, including myself, to be kind. A man in a half helmet, not unlike my own, looks at me and flashes an incomprehensible yet goofy smile. I gingerly reciprocate, not knowing the source of his affectionate act or mine. The whole incident made me think. Was it a random act of kindness on his part? I wasn’t sure. I could give him the benefit of doubt I suppose. Was the act kind of random? Yes, surely for me.
Random Acts of Kindness or acts that are…kinda random?
Random Acts of Kindness or acts that…
Random Acts of Kindness or acts that are…kinda random?
Saturday afternoon. I am, as usual, famished and looking forward to lunch. The sun is beating down and I am on a bike in the middle of a traffic snarl in Bangalore. Hardly the kind of situation where I expect anyone, including myself, to be kind. A man in a half helmet, not unlike my own, looks at me and flashes an incomprehensible yet goofy smile. I gingerly reciprocate, not knowing the source of his affectionate act or mine. The whole incident made me think. Was it a random act of kindness on his part? I wasn’t sure. I could give him the benefit of doubt I suppose. Was the act kind of random? Yes, surely for me.