A girl named Riya moved to a new palace because she get a new job... And she lives alone..... One day..
It was a quiet evening. The sun had just set, and a soft breeze moved the curtains near the window. Riya sat alone in her small house, sipping tea and reading a book. Everything was calm until—knock knock—someone knocked at the door.... She got scared because she was alone in his house..
She wasn’t expecting anyone.
Riya stood up slowly. Her heart began to beat a little faster. Who could it be? Her family lived far away, and she didn’t have many friends in this town. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. A man stood there. He looked about 35 years old. He wore a brown jacket and held a small bag.
“Who is it?” Riya asked through the door, not opening it.
“Good evening,” the man said politely. “I’m sorry to bother you. My car broke down just a little distance away. My phone is dead. Could I please use your phone to call for help?”
Riya hesitated. She remembered what her parents always said: Don’t trust strangers"
and Riya got scared because she lives alone and she thinks it is not safe to open door for any stranger but something about this man seemed different. He looked tired and honest, not dangerous.
Still, she didn’t open the door fully. She kept the chain lock on and opened the door just a little.
“There’s a public phone booth at the end of the road,” she said. “You can try there.”
“I checked,” he replied. “It’s broken. Please, just one call. I’ll be quick.”
Riya looked at him again. She thought about how she would feel if she were stuck on the road, alone and helpless if you need help from someone then imagine yourself in such situation...She decided to help—but carefully.
“Wait,” she said. She shut the door, got her mobile phone, and came back. This time, she opened the door just enough to pass the phone through the gap.
“Here. You can use this,” she said.
“Thank you,” the man said with a smile.
He dialed a number and spoke softly. “Yes, I’m fine. The car broke down... I’m at Maple Street... near the white house with blue windows... okay, I’ll wait here.”
He returned the phone.
“Thank you so much,” he said. “You’re very kind.”
Riya nodded. “Someone coming to help you?”
“Yes, my brother. He’s about 15 minutes away,” he said. “Can I wait outside here? I won’t bother you, I promise.”
Riya thought for a moment. It was getting cold outside.
She didn’t want to leave a stranger alone on the road, but she also didn’t want to let him in.
Riya says to Arjun,
“You can sit on the porch,” she said. “There’s a chair outside.”
He thanked her and sat down quietly. Riya went inside but kept the curtains open so she could watch him. He didn’t move much. He just looked up at the sky, deep in thought.
After some time, she brought him a glass of water and a biscuit.
“You didn’t have to,” he said, surprised.
“It’s okay,” Riya replied. “You looked tired.”
He smiled warmly. “People like you make the world better. My name is Arjun, by the way.”
“I’m Riya.”
For the next ten minutes, they talked a little—nothing too personal. He told her he was a teacher in another town and was driving to visit his mother when the car broke down. Riya told him about her new job in the city and how she had just moved into this house a few weeks ago.
Soon, a car pulled up in front of the house. A young man got out and waved.
“That’s my brother,” Arjun said, standing up.
“Thank you again, Riya. You helped a stranger, and I won’t forget that.”
Riya smiled. “Just make sure your car gets fixed and you not get trouble again ... because people like me is hard to find out"
He laughed. “I will. Goodbye.”
He walked to the car, and Arjun and his brother drove away..
Riya stood by the door for a few seconds. The night air felt cool, but her heart was warm. She didn’t know if she would ever see Arjun again, but she felt proud of what she had done.
Sometimes, helping someone doesn’t need to be big. Just a phone, a glass of water, a safe place to sit—it can mean a lot to someone in trouble.
From that day, whenever someone asked Riya if she believed in kindness, she always said yes.
Because one quiet evening, when a stranger came to her door, kindness opened it.
Moral of the story:
"Kindness costs nothing but means everything."
Helping others, even strangers, with small acts of compassion can create meaningful connections and bring unexpected hope to someone in need.. But.. Think carefully before helping any strangers because not all strangers are good some are worse than we think...
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