It was a hot and unrelenting Friday and I was waiting for the wall clock at my cubicle to strike 5.30 PM. I had plans, special plans; I had, finally, asked my colleague and long-time crush, Sneha, on a date. I had made reservations for two at a roof top restaurant. But my boss had a few plans of his own and at 5:15 he entered my cubicle with a pile of pending bills for me to clear. I didn’t panic and started to think about a plausible excuse.

Meanwhile, God came up with his plan and showed me signs of heavy rain with some lightening effects. I still didn’t panic as I had a plan B ready; I had booked two tickets for late night show of Anjaana-Anjaani too. My clock was irritably slow that day and I had over 10 minutes to waste, so I decided to use my creative talent and I drew a cartoon sketch of my boss with an evil grin.

Things went blur after that as I rushed to my flat and started to try all the permutations and combinations possible out of my wardrobe. I got into my car at 6:30 PM and started driving towards Sneha’s flat. I stopped to buy a bouquet where I noticed a gathering ,initially I thought that it’s not my concern but then I felt an urge to at least have an look ; I still had an hour. I stopped and went close to crowd. I was shocked to see a small boy in school dress sitting on footpath and was crying; he was lost. According to the florist this boy had been roaming on road since afternoon.

I stood there for some time probably thinking that any moment someone would take this boy to a police station. No one came forward so for a moment I thought maybe I should drive this kid to his home but then I had a date and it may take a while to figure out where he lived. I got back into my car and was about to drive to Sneha’s house but my heart just didn’t listen to any reasoning. I went back and tried to talk to the boy. He was crying and his words didn’t make sense so I thought of taking him to the nearest police station. I gave him the bouquet and somehow managed to get him inside my car.

I called Sneha and expressed my regrets. She asked me about what happened and I told her about the bouquet, the boy and the police. While the boy was being taken care by the female staff, I was giving my statement to police. Something inside drove me to look outside from a window; it had started to rain and in that rain there she was standing at the gates of police station.

Someone up there in dark skies had answered all my prayers at once.