A chance meeting...

My blog cannot be rightly called a spoonful of life if I don't write about the inevitable truth.Death.My hectic pace of work takes me traveling the entire island of Manhattan.Many before me have written about it & many will continue writing after me .But i think each has his own special brush with the buzz of life there.I am not going to write about the historic monuments nor the sky scrapers.I am not going to talk about the arts district nor the broadway theaters in this city teeming with people.I am going to tell my own story from today morning as I changed subway trains one after the other.I was at the 14th street,6 Av station for the L train.This station is kind of isolated.I was waiting for my train when I suddenly heard the feeble egging of a voice behind me.I turned around.A homeless man was on the tracks.He was asking for help to pull him up.Morning trains are quite frequent.This was a moment anything could have happened.He was asking for help with his hand stretched out.I froze.I checked the board.The train was due in 2 mins to depart meaning it would arrive in a min.I froze and I stared at him.The guy next to me just took off and tried to pull him up.The board said - Train arriving.I rushed towards him.By this time the man was halfway up the platform and luckily the train driver saw him and our waving hands & he had already stopped on the tracks.Reason why he had jumped : His only jacket had fallen on the tracks.I got shivers down my spine.Fragility of life & possible meeting with death just caught me unawares this morning.My train arrived & I hopped on.The pace never stops.It's almost like you are on automaton.I kept standing & thinking.My eyes suddenly fell on the book a man was reading-Death by holy orders.He was scribbling a note .It started with I decide to leave behind..I couldn't go on.Just seeing what I had seen a moment back & now chancing upon a possible death note?I decided to shut my eyes.I realized no matter how many theories about life & death I had put forth in front of my friends over good food & conversation I was not ready to face it.Not my own nor someone else's.Does one ever ?

~A, a chance meeting ...