The window seat was always his favorite seat. He just loved the gushing air blowing his hairs. But today it was not about his choice or wish, it was a requirement. Today he was going for a job interview, his 10th actually. With his father’s paltry income which was mostly spent on his mother’s medical bills, securing a job was his utmost priority. He had only one formal shirt and he wore that same one in all his interviews. He had seen that the IT guys from his locality wear nice formals while going to office and he thought it was one of the prime necessities to crack an interview. He remembered that the HR in his 3rd interview politely asked him to leave as he was not presentable enough. He bought his new shirt after that humiliation and loss. Anyways, he ironed the shirt properly and the window seat made him feel that sweat wouldn’t damage his shirt. His fear of failing in another interview was somewhat curbed by this happy feeling.
His interview was at Salt Lake and he boarded the bus S9 to reach his destination. It was a long journey, the last stoppage for the bus. To say that this bus remains crowded during office hours would be an understatement as this bus remains crammed full more than its complete capacity. Often the bus runs with gate remaining opened as many people travel on the pedestal being unable to enter inside the bus. He thanked God that he was able to have a seat, that also beside the window and with the door just in front of him. The company in their job advertisement mentioned that whoever cracked the interview rounds would get hired within a week or so as they were in need of employees. He was both excited and afraid.
Just as the bus started its journey, an old woman boarded the bus. She was old enough to travel in a bus, forget that jam-packed one. She was lean and looked tired. That she was able to even walk was perhaps the biggest miracle of the world. But her face did not show a hint of the troubles and problems she was facing. She somehow managed to stand by the side of the seat near the door. People were lenient and courteous enough to let her enter that place from the door, at least the look on the faces reflected the same. She booked a ticket immediately after boarding the bus and she would get off at the last stoppage. But she did not get a seat.
He thought it would be great to get up and offer her the seat. But that was his window seat, he had earned it. Add to that, the crowd, the hot and humid weather would make him sweat and thus his dress would get dirty. Plus he had to by heart some of the probable questions which might be asked during the interview. He had to crack this one; he found being selfish is better in this case. This lady would not even remember his face after a day or tomorrow. This old lady is none to him but he had an ailing mother and old father back at home. He wouldn’t get up; He had made up his mind.
He stood up and offered that old lady his seat. The lady was not ready to accept the offer but he persuaded her to sit.
The old lady was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled at him with gratitude smeared all over her face.
He also helped her to get down from the bus.
The joining letter came a week later.