I got into a cycle rickshaw this morning. The rickshaw-wala was a familiar guy. He had dropped me to office a couple of times before. Middle-aged, tired face, thin body, wise eyes, and a sunny smile.
Today, he greeted me, cycled briskly so that I was at office in 15 minutes, instead of the usual 25, and wiped his forehead. As I paid him, he looked at me earnestly and a little shyly. Then he said, ‘Mujhe kal kaam tha. Main aapka kal se daily wait karoonga.’ (I had work yesterday. From tomorrow, I will wait daily for you.)
And he rode off.