Desperate and tired, I saw him standing outside the main
gate of The Met Apartments.He was an Indian man had just
arrived from India to Phoenix after not less than 24 hours
of journey,let alone have gone through the other sufferings
of travel,which was reflecting from his face.Right at that
time,yesterday I reached the apartments from the school and
I saw him asking to a young man inside about the way to get
inside the apartments,as he couldnt call his Met Host due to
unavailability of cell phone.I entered the aparments’
gate and hear him talking to the other man ,who regretted of
not having the keys.
I stopped by and intervened in the conversation,and my news
of having the keys brought the happiness and satisfaction on
the face of poor stranger.I opened the side gate,and there
he entered with the same size of luggages I had carried from
Pakistan.I giggled as it reminded me of my time when I
entered the US.The other thing he asked me was even
struggling for me as he asked me about room# 341 and I
said,its easy for me to call his host than to find the
room.So I called his host and handed him his guest.
It was not the first time I realized the importance and
power of the keys as how can I forget the night in UC
Davis,Webster Dorms when on my first night there I locked
the keys inside my room at 1.00 midnight.I rushed to the
admin office at that time fearingly,had they been closed,I
would have slept on the floor of my Dorm.So,after coming to
the US,I realized the importance of the keys in my
life.Thats why I handle the keys of The Met Apartments just
like a treasure.Now I understand why my wise sister back in
Pakistan is always particular about the keys.They key to
satisfaction is to hold onto them.
Never lose your keys.
