A Kindness Story
The bus was always empty.
Almost empty.
Only five or six people.
Every night at 10:30 p.m.
The driver’s name was Ramesh.
He had gray hair.
And tired eyes.
He had been driving
the same route
for twenty years.
Every night,
Ramesh stopped the bus
at the last empty stop.
He opened the door.
And waited.
For two full minutes.
No one came.
Still,
he waited.
Every night.
Passengers noticed it.
“Why do you stop here?”
one man asked.
“No one boards here.”
Ramesh smiled softly.
And said:
“I am waiting for someone.”
People laughed.
“Ghost passenger?”
someone joked.
Ramesh said nothing.
One night,
a college girl named Neha
felt curious.
She stayed back.
And asked him again.
“Sir…
who are you waiting for?”
Ramesh looked at the road.
And said quietly:
“My wife.”
Neha was shocked.
“Your wife?”
she whispered.
“Yes,” Ramesh said.
“She worked in a hospital.”
“She took this bus
every night at 10:32.”
“She sat on the last seat.”
“And waved at me
before getting down.”
His voice became slow.
“One night…
she never came.”
“She met with an accident.”
“On her way to the bus stop.”
“She died the same night.”
Neha felt tears
in her eyes.
Ramesh continued:
“I promised her
I would never leave
without waiting for her.”
“So every night…”
“I stop.”
“I open the door.”
“And wait.”
Neha could not speak.
The next night…
Something changed.
All passengers
stood silently.
When the bus reached
that empty stop…
No one complained.
Ramesh opened the door.
And waited.
Two minutes passed.
Then Neha stood up.
She walked to the door.
And stepped outside.
She turned back.
And waved.
Just like his wife.
Ramesh’s hands shook.
Tears filled his eyes.
“Thank you,”
he whispered.
From that night on…
Someone always
stepped down at that stop.
And waved.
So Ramesh
was never alone again.
🌟 MORAL
Love never dies.
And some promises
are kept forever.
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