Atleast he is young in our hearts...

A couple of days back I witnessed one of the strange incidence in my life. An elderly man in his sixties riding a scooter and helping the students reach the school exit door.

Once you get inside cochin university you have to walk a lot to reach cusat exit door, and that is quiet difficult in hot climate, below the scorching sun.I don't know his name, I was walking to exit door during a weekend. He stopped the the blue Honda activa scooter, and asked me wether I was to exit door side, he offered a lift and dropped me at exit door from where I could easily catch a bus. When I told a "thanks", "don't mention", with a heartly smile was his reply.

It was first time, probably the first time that I could recall, helped by a stranger. He didn't knew me, I didn't knew him. Yet he helped me like a grant father. The incident left a question "why me?! ", May be I was over preoccuppied myself. But it got resolved when I heard, one of my best friend was also helped similarly.
Out of curiosity I asked my friend "was he a blue activa riding grandpa?" He nodded with "exactly! , how did you know? ". That made me sure that he was helping every student possibly by him to surpass the scorching sun.

Though his hairs had grew greyish, he will remain a real "hero grandpa" to us, unlike heroes riding the sports bikes. Atleast he is young in our hearts....