The bus was running late due to a flat tire Midway on her way to the queen of hills .She was worried how will she reach the hostel if she misses the last bus .
She sat there in a shell hoping to reach in time , without sharing her thoughts with anyone .
If there was one trait which was most  prominent in her it was mistrust .Mustering courage she shared her worry with bus conductor , who muttered something she couldn't understand.
When the bus reached it, it was raining and  was almost time for the last local bus to depart .
She held her heavy bag and alighted from the bus , when a boy from nowhere grabbed her bag and guided her to the last bus that was preparing to leave the bus stop . She heaved a sigh of relief and wondered who was he , perhaps God ?
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