Soul Stories

It was one of those rainy days that makes you want to stay curled up inside, wrapped in a blanket. Everything was wet, gray, and heavy with the rain. I was standing at a bus stop, trying my best to stay dry, when something happened that touched me deeply. It wasn’t anything dramatic or grand, but it was a moment that revealed the simple, powerful nature of love. A city bus pulled up, its windshield wipers working hard against the rain. A young girl, around 14, stepped off the bus. She had a bright yellow backpack that stood out against the dreary weather. Her hair were neatly tied back, and despite the rain, she was smiling. It was the kind of smile that seemed to brighten everything around her, if only for a moment. As she looked around, her eyes landed on her dad, who was waiting for her on an old motorcycle. He was wearing a big, worn-out raincoat, and the moment he saw her, he straightened up, happiness spreading across his face. Without wasting a second, he started taking off his ...

 It was a warm afternoon, and my father and I were riding home on the bike. Everything seemed normal until we saw an old man walking slowly by the roadside. His clothes were torn and worn out, and he looked tired and weak. There was something about him that caught my father’s eye. Suddenly, my father slowed down and called out, “Patil! How are you?” The old man looked up, surprised but smiled a little. My father stopped the bike and walked over to him. After a short conversation, he pulled out a 100-rupee note from his pocket and gently placed it in the man’s hand. I sat there, watching the whole thing, feeling like I had seen this man before, but I couldn’t remember where. As we continued home, the moment kept playing in my mind. When we got home, I finally asked my father, “Dad, who was that man you stopped for? You called him 'Patil' and gave him money. Who was he?” My father paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. He then began to speak softly, “Son, this happened many yea...