Pass pass
My story begins this way.I had time to pass and some money in hand.He took me.It was actually a 5 minute distance ,but I had 30 minutes in hand simply because it is Indian time and no one will come to office before hours unless felt very necessary and who knows I am coming.I am not implying my importance in the story.It is his story rather which he opened up during our half n hour tour.There were autos who were claiming less money and why he asked for more.His reply was frank because he did not know my side of thought that I have 30 minutes to spend not 5 minutes.He said that all liked quick and speed of time and he got a person in me from whom he could gather earnings for the day.
I was smelling dinghy.Said he should feel happy rather.He did not say anything.rather ,he was feeling happy to tell about his kid's study at Town Boys School and that how well he used to read.The time went by.30 minutes nearing.I asked why he used to drink since it was morning and smell was coming from his mouth.He narrated the whole story of toil and trail left which forced him to take the nasty dough.His wife and kid used to quarrel.But next moment again he was non stop in telling about his family.
The time stopped.I got down.I paid him the money.
I saw his face.He was crying.He had been all night there to look for a person who will ride his rickshaw and pay some money.It was the Autos who took all passengers derailed.Atleast today he is happy.He can pay INR 10 to the owner and keep twenty for himself for a booze and for his family.
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