By Soma Bose
The rickshaw puller strained to move the rickshaw faster, but he was too old to carry both of us.
There was little time to reach the examination centre and we were tense. So I got off and paid the rickshaw puller my full share. There was no other vehicle available on that strike-day.
My friend argued, “Come on, you will be late.”
But I continued walking ahead, almost running.
After dropping my friend near the examination centre, the rickshaw puller picked me up again.
I was thirty minutes late, but the old man’s relief and my friend’s smile were worth it.
Ah, yes–a Good Samaritan story. Very satisfying. Good job, Soma.
Loved this. Few people stop to think about others today….What a nice story!!
Yes. Goodness and kindness. A nice break from the macabre.
Good stuff!