𝗝𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗞𝘂𝗹𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶

It was 2007. I was new to Hyderabad. One day, I boarded bus no. 49 from Somajiguda towards Begumpet. Then I realized I had forgotten my purse. I was dumb and 21 years old. An idiot from village. Not even one rupee in my pocket. The conductor asked me to get down. I pleaded. A stranger uncle sitting there quietly paid for my ticket. I don’t remember his face. I don’t know his name. He probably doesn’t remember me either. But I still remember the kindness. Today, thousands come to Hyderabad searching for a better life. Uber drivers. Blinkit delivery partners. Conductors. Beauticians. House-help workers. Snabbit workers. Young people arriving from small towns with almost nothing. If you ever come across a brother or sister who genuinely needs help, please help them. Tip an extra amount. Offer some water. Speak with respect. Be patient. It may mean very little to you. But on someone else’s difficult day, it can mean everything. Maybe that is how good karma travels. One stranger helps another. Years later, that kindness is still remembered. Hyderabad, you gave me everything. I will always love you for it. ❤️