On October 31 this year, I was travelling to Trivandrum, India, to participate in the Counseling course conducted by Don Bosco, Trivandrum. I boarded Nepal Airlines at Tribhuvan International Airport at 2.30 p.m. I took my allotted seat, and to my left were seated two young ladies. They were Nepalis and going to Bangalore. They were engrossed in their mobiles
while I sat reading a book “Treasure of Life” on the topic “Happiness”.
Being an extrovert, I wanted to talk to the lady sitting right next to me. But I was hesitant to talk to her, because I was a stranger to her as she was to me on the plane. Finally, I gathered enough courage and asked, “Bahini (sister) where do you stay?”
“I live in Kathmandu and am going for IT training in Bangalore,” she replied. I told her about myself that I was from St. Xavier’s School, Jawalakhel. She then said, “My brother went to St. Xavier’s School, Jawalakhel.”
As the flight was about to land at Bangalore, I wished her, “All the best for your training.”
We parted while deboarding the plane. From Bangalore, I was to take the flight on Indigo Airlines to Trivandrum at 8.20 that evening according to the booked ticket time. But the scheduled time had been brought forward to 6.25 p.m., and so at Bangalore Airport, I missed the flight to Trivandrum.
There were no flights to Trivandrum that evening. At the counter, I was told that there would be a flight to Trivandrum at 5.05 in the morning the following day, that is, November 1. But I did not have enough money to buy the air ticket to Trivandrum. I really was in a difficult situation.
Sitting close to me was a gentleman, who was going to Hyderabad, India. His flight was scheduled for 10 p.m. I expressed my difficult and helpless situation to him. He then said to me, “Don’t worry, I will buy a ticket for you.” To hear him say so, I was greatly relieved of my distress. I thanked him for his great kind heart in trying to help me. I took his email address and phone number.
I asked him how much he had paid for the air ticket. He did not tell me. In the mean time, it was 10 p.m. and time for him to proceed towards the boarding gate.
As we parted from each other, I said, “Thank you very much, Pramod.” It was a miracle for me to come across such a kind-hearted man at the right time to help me.
A version of this article appears in print on December 09, 2019 of The Himalayan Times.