By A small act of kindness can ripple into a lifetime of gratitude.
Ravi had always been the quiet one in class. He sat on the last bench, not out of choice, but because he didn’t want to be seen. His uniform was often a size too small, his shoes worn out, and he rarely brought a lunchbox. While other students shared jokes and snacks, Ravi sat in silence, eyes fixed on his books.
It was the last week of school before the summer break. Class 7B buzzed with excitement — picnics, movie plans, cricket matches. Everyone was talking about what they’d do. Ravi just smiled faintly and kept reading.
Meera, the class topper and monitor, noticed Ravi’s silence. She wasn’t one to ignore someone being left out. One afternoon during lunch, she walked over with an extra sandwich.
“Hey Ravi,” she said casually, “Mom packed too much again. Want to help me finish this?”
Ravi looked up, surprised. “Are you sure?”
“Of course,” she smiled, handing it to him.
They sat together and talked. Just like that, something shifted.
From that day, Meera began including him — in conversations, in group studies, even in birthday celebrations. The change was slow, but real. Ravi started speaking up in class. He laughed more. He even scored well in the final exams.
Years passed. Ravi went on to become a teacher in a small town, known for his patience and kindness. He never forgot Meera. Every time he saw a shy child sitting alone, he sat beside them — just like she once did with him.
One day, during Parent-Teacher Day, a young woman came up to him.
“You probably don’t remember me,” she said, “but my name is Meera. We were in 7B together.” Ravi froze for a moment, then smiled. “Of course I remember you.”
She handed him a small gift — a leather-bound notebook with golden letters that read: “For the ones who never forget kindness.”
