Of A Kind Soul In A Drizzling Rain

I stood by the roadside waiting for the car that would arrive to pick me up after class.
I saw this Indian classmate that I have never spoken to.
I have never seen him before. Except for this very first time.
It was also the first time I noticed him in this second class we had for the semester.

He went into the car that picked him up.
The car turned around.
He rolled down his window.

"Do you need a ride?"

Today was the first time I noticed him in the class.
Today was the day when I stood by the road side and saw him waiting for car to be picked up too.
Coincidence?

Perhaps.

But that small gesture.Four-worded question.
Touched me deeply.

I thought to myself.
Have I been too cynical?
To the point that this comes as a really surprising thing?

I will not deny.I was deeply moved by such a simple gesture.
Deep down.I couldn't help but keep smiling to myself.

If I am not that cynical.
Perhaps then I will not be that deeply touched?

Curse.And blessings.
Of the cynic.