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.
8 comments:
what was strange? and what tore you up?
oof...'tear' me up...tear as in...cry, tear.
I was touched. Nobody is in the habit of waiting for me, na...:-)
Yup a couple of girls have fixed riksha wallahs like that in my office too. These people perhaps are the most sincere and the least paid. Go to known turf and read annie's latest post on a riksha wallah in Benaras
awww!!! don't say that .. i always waited for you .. to wake up .. so that we cud reach office at least by 11 ... hohohohohohohoho!!!! :)
I meant RICKSHAW people! hmmph! The heat is really getting to your head. hee hee hee!
oh aww he did sound like ma rick wala back @ some place i knew...so has he become yours truly rick for everyday???
hi deepthi,
yep...so it seems
Glimpses of humanity...
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