Why I am Grateful to this Pune Autorickshaw Driver?

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I enjoy playing with the white sand on the beach. I like to hold it in my hand, feel its softness, and let it run through my fingers. There’s something immensely satisfying about it. But here’s the catch — the more you try to hold and grab the sand tightly, the less of it stays in your hand.

 Incident at Kharadi, Pune on August 7, 2025 
Yesterday, my car was hit by an autorickshaw driver who was apparently overspeeding and not maintaining a safe distance behind me. I had bought this car just last year. Earlier, it had suffered a few very minor scratches — hardly noticeable, but enough to bother me for days. No matter how beautiful the car looked overall, my eyes always found those small imperfections. Eventually, I had claimed the insurance and got it repaired.

But now, here I was, facing a bigger mess — this time caused by a seemingly drunk auto driver. It was clear that he was in no position to pay for the repairs. I realized I had a choice — to fight or to let it go. This was a test of my tolerance. I searched within for my mistake, but found none. And yet, I decided to forgive. Forgiveness is one of the toughest things to practice, especially when harm is done to something you deeply value. My colleague advised me to lodge a complaint, but the choice was mine.

I chose the difficult path — to repair the broken tail light but leave the dents as they were. As a remembrance. A reminder to not to hold too tightly to things, lest they slip away. A reminder to not to be like the friend of mine who bought an expensive Benz but drove it through Pune’s crowded streets filled with constant worry and stress.

Sometimes, life’s greatest lessons come from the worst incidents — and yet, instead of being thankful for the wisdom they bring, we often waste our energy fighting for the wrong reasons.

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