Title: "The Last Bus"

It was 10:30 PM when I realized I had missed the last bus home. The Thrissur bus stand was empty. No people, no sounds — just silence.

I felt worried. How would I go home now?

Suddenly, I heard soft footsteps. An old man in white mundu and towel came near. He smiled and said, "Missed the bus, mone?"

I nodded.

He said, “There’s a shortcut to Punkunnam. Come, I’ll show you.”

I followed him. The path was quiet and full of moonlight. Soon, I reached the road near my home.

When I turned to say thanks — he was gone.

The next day, I told my uncle. He smiled and said, “That sounds like Kuttettan. But... he died many years ago.”

I was shocked.

Maybe I missed the bus —
But I didn’t walk alone.

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