It was the first day of my final exams. I was in the senior year, the most crucial time of our career.

I took out my bike key, to remember that I forgot to charge my EV battery last night. I had no time now to recharge it. I waited at he parking lot of our apartment for nearly 15 minutes to see if any of my neighbours are going out who could give me a drop, but to my vain. I put my hand in my pocket to check if I could take a cab and to my dismay I had forgotten my wallet at my apartment on the 22nd floor. I did not dare to take stairs than the elevator due to power cut for maintenance today.  I ran to the nearby bus stop hoping I might get any help. A bus arrived and there was a girl from our school, waving her hand to me indicating to get in the bus.

Without a second thought, I got in the bus. I reluctantly let her know that I am unable to buy my ticket. The conductor standing next to us smiled and just pass by me telling, “Your ticket charge is that I want good marks from you!”, saying so he handed a travel ticket in my hand. I looked at the ticket and the conductor, who moved ahead giving a warm smile.

It is heavenly feeling to have angels around us. I got the third rank among all the senior students in our whole state. I took the same bus the day after my results, with a basket of fruits for the person without whom I might not be able to write my exams.