It was raining hard that night.
Arjun was late.
Tired.
And irritated.
The streetlights reflected on wet roads
as he rushed toward the bus stop.
That’s when he noticed the man.
He was standing under a broken shop shade,
soaked,
shivering,
holding a torn bag.
“Bus won’t come in this rain,”
someone muttered and walked past.
Arjun hesitated.
He had his own problems.
His own deadlines.
His own worries.
Still, he stopped.
“Do you need help?” Arjun asked.
The man looked up, surprised.
“My wallet was stolen,” he said softly.
“I just need to get home.”
Arjun opened his wallet.
He didn’t count much.
Didn’t think twice.
He handed the man some cash
and his spare umbrella.
“Take this,” he said.
“Just get home safely.”
The man tried to refuse.
Arjun smiled.
“It’s okay.”
They never exchanged names.
The rain swallowed the moment.
Years passed.
Arjun’s life changed.
He worked harder,
dreamed bigger,
and finally launched his own small company.
One afternoon,
his office faced a serious crisis.
A major deal was about to collapse.
Investors walked out.
Partners backed away.
Arjun sat alone in the meeting room,
head in his hands.
Then the door opened.
A well-dressed man walked in,
calm and confident.
“I’d like to invest,” he said.
Arjun looked confused.
The man smiled.
“You may not remember me,” he said,
“but I remember you.”
He paused.
“Years ago, on a rainy night,
you helped a stranger
without asking anything in return.”
Arjun’s heart skipped.
“It was you,” the man continued.
“That umbrella… that kindness…
it came at the lowest moment of my life.”
He placed the contract on the table.
“Today, I’m returning what you gave me.”
The deal was signed.
After the man left,
Arjun sat quietly.
He didn’t feel proud.
He felt grateful.
Not for the money.
But for the reminder
that kindness never disappears.
It only waits.
🌟 MORAL OF THE STORY
A small act of kindness may seem insignificant today,
but it has the power to return in ways you never expect.
Kindness is never wasted.
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