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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