# The Weirdest Coincidence — A Lifetime of Memories #

When Coincidence Knocks on Your Door
Daily writing prompt
What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced?

Hello dear friends,

I hope this Blog finds you in a cheerful mood.

Today’s writing prompt asks a fascinating question: “What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced?”

Have you ever thought about someone—and moments later, that person called you? Have you unexpectedly met an old friend in a completely unfamiliar place? Or perhaps you opened a book and discovered a sentence that seemed to describe exactly what you were going through?

Coincidences are among life’s little mysteries. They make us pause, smile, and sometimes wonder whether the universe has a strange sense of humour.

For me, one such coincidence happened many years ago, at the very beginning of my banking career.

When I received my first posting with the Bank of India, I was excited, nervous and a little emotional. I had just completed college and was leaving home for the first time to begin my professional journey.

My destination was Jhumri Tilaiya, a place completely new to me.

Two days after joining, I attended a bankers’ meeting—and there, completely unexpectedly, I met my college friend Sudarshan.

What a surprise!

Sudarshan had already joined the Bank of Baroda and was living there. We had been close friends during our college days, so meeting him in a completely new town felt almost like destiny had arranged a welcome committee for me.

The best part?

My biggest worries about accommodation and food disappeared instantly. Sudarshan invited me to stay with him.

For a young man leaving home for the first time, what could have been better?

I still remember travelling by bus with my appointment letter safely tucked away.

The bus moved along the road while I looked through the window at the beautiful green landscape of Tilaiya Valley.

I was carrying two completely opposite emotions in my heart.

On one hand, I was thrilled to have secured a job. On the other, there was the sadness of leaving home and the nervousness of entering an unknown world.

But after three days, that sadness gown as I me Sudarshan as already posted there.

At that age, we were young, unmarried and free from the responsibilities of family life. Life seemed wide open before us.

We had dreams, enthusiasm and the confidence that we could conquer the world.

Little did I know that my first posting would also give me one of my most entertaining memories!

Sudarshan and I were already very close. In our college group, I was considered one of the more mischievous fellows, but Sudarshan and I shared a particularly warm friendship.

It is obvious that I simply considered it my right to stay with him.

He became my unofficial local guardian.

There was only one small problem.

I kept the secret that I knew cooking.

Sudarshan lived with another friend and colleague, Naveen. The three of us shared one flat

Sudarshan was an excellent cook. After returning tired from the bank, he would prepare the food while Naveen helped with vegetables and household arrangements.

And what was I doing?

I would pick up my badminton racket and happily disappear to play with another group of friends!

I would return just in time for dinner.

In the morning, I would wake up, get ready—and somehow, breakfast would already be waiting.

Life was wonderful.

For me, at least!

Sudarshan was generous enough to tolerate my complete lack of contribution to the kitchen. Perhaps he had already understood that I was much better at eating food than preparing it.

But sometimes, even destiny enjoys playing practical jokes.

One day, Sudarshan fell ill.

Suddenly, our comfortable arrangement collapsed.

Now we had a serious problem:

Who would cook?

Naveen seemed to have been waiting for this moment. And, conveniently enough, he also developed an imaginary illness!

There was no escape.

I had to enter the kitchen.

With tears in my eyes, I chopped onions, prepared the vegetables, kneaded the dough and somehow managed to make round, soft rotis.

When I finally served the meal, both of them stared at me in disbelief.

They simply couldn’t believe it.

Then came the accusations!

They complained that I had been fooling them all these days by pretending that I couldn’t cook.

But after eating the meal, they forgave me.

Or perhaps they were simply too hungry to continue arguing!

Looking back today, I realise that meeting Sudarshan in that bankers’ meeting was much more than a coincidence for me.

I had entered an unknown town, carrying the anxiety of a young man beginning his first job. Within days, I unexpectedly found an old friend who became my companion, helper and local guardian.

That chance meeting made my difficult beginning much easier—and eventually created memories that still bring a smile to my face.

And there was another unexpected consequence.

Because of Naveen’s “brilliant conspiracy,” my cooking duties were officially established.

My badminton freedom?

Gone!

That, perhaps, was the real tragedy of the story!

Psychologists explain that humans naturally search for patterns and meaning in unexpected events. Sometimes coincidence is simply probability at work.

But Carl Jung introduced the fascinating idea of synchronicity—events that may not have a direct cause-and-effect relationship but feel deeply meaningful to the person experiencing them.

Perhaps that is why coincidences stay in our memories.

We experience countless unexpected events every day, but only a few touch our hearts strongly enough to become stories.

Was meeting Sudarshan merely chance?

Perhaps.

But I like to believe that some coincidences arrive at exactly the right moment.

A stranger becomes a friend. A chance meeting becomes a lifelong memory. An unexpected event changes the direction of an ordinary day.

We make plans, but life often writes better stories.

“Sometimes the most beautiful moments in life are the ones we never planned.”

My meeting with Sudarshan taught me something simple: we may not always recognise the importance of a coincidence when it happens. Sometimes we understand its value only years later.

That young banker travelling towards an unknown future could never have imagined that a chance meeting at a bankers’ meeting would become one of his cherished memories.

And perhaps that is the real magic of coincidence.

Life doesn’t always tell us where the story is going. It simply introduces the next character and says, “Let’s see what happens.”

And honestly, I wouldn’t want life to be any other way.

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10 replies

  1. very nice .

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  2. Verma ji, what a beautifully told story! Your writing drew me right into that little flat with you, Sudarshan, and Naveen—I could almost smell the onions and see the disbelief on their faces when you served that meal! 😄

    Beyond the humour, though, what touched me most was how you framed that chance meeting as something far deeper than mere coincidence. The way you describe Sudarshan as your ‘local guardian’ and reflect on how life quietly places the right people in our path when we need them most—that resonated deeply.

    And that ending! ‘Life doesn’t always tell us where the story is going. It simply introduces the next character and says, “Let’s see what happens.”‘—what a wonderful reminder to stay open to life’s surprises.

    Also, I have to say, your poor lost badminton freedom made me laugh out loud! The real tragedy indeed! 😂

    Thank you for sharing this gem. It’s the kind of story that makes readers smile, reflect, and maybe even look more kindly at their own ‘coincidences.’ Looking forward to reading more from you!

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    • Thank you so much for your wonderfully warm and generous comment. 🙏❤️

      I am delighted that the story transported you back to that little room in Jhumri Tilaiya—and yes, I can still remember those onions, those rotis, and the utterly shocked faces of Sudarshan and Naveen! 😄

      Looking back after so many years, what makes that memory special is not just the humour, but the friendship behind it.

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  3. Wonderful story! Sometimes we don’t know the significance of something at the time, until much later!

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  4. A god tale of what can happen when you east expect it. Life is filled with coincidences or perhaps intelligent design that bring about change both in us and those around us. In short, we never know what we are capable of until we face our biggest fears. Happy Friday. Allan

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    • Thank you, Allan, for your thoughtful words. 🙏

      I completely agree—we often discover the most unexpected possibilities when life takes us somewhere we never planned to go. Whether we call it coincidence, destiny, or intelligent design, some encounters and experiences seem to arrive at precisely the right moment.

      And I particularly like your observation that we never know what we are capable of until we face our biggest fears. Sometimes an unexpected turn in life becomes the very experience that reveals our hidden strength.

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  5. Verma ji, perhaps the most meaningful part of a coincidence is not the event itself, but what it becomes in our lives afterward. Meeting Sudarshan at the beginning of an unfamiliar journey gave you something that no careful planning could have arranged a familiar face, companionship, and a sense of belonging when you needed it most.

    Years later, the incident also reveals how ordinary circumstances quietly become cherished memories. Whether we call it coincidence, probability, or synchronicity, some encounters arrive at precisely the right moment and leave their meaning behind long after the moment has passed.

    Perhaps life does not always follow a predetermined plan; sometimes it simply places the right person on our path and lets the story unfold.

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    • Thank you so much for this thoughtful and beautifully articulated reflection. 🙏 You have captured the essence of that coincidence far better than I could have expressed it myself.

      Indeed, some encounters seem almost accidental at the time, yet years later we realise how perfectly they fitted into the journey of our lives. Meeting Sudarshan was one such moment for me. At a time when everything around me was unfamiliar, a familiar face brought not only companionship but also a quiet sense of comfort and belonging.

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