Goddess Lakshmi
The waiting days wrenched my nerves. Each minute seemed like a hour, and 2 hours like a millennium. The kabadiwala too had business, while the mochi too chipped plastics and leather, merrily. Empty Rickshawalas, not plying to the customer needs, rush passed frivolously as if Aishwarya Rai or up in the ladder, Sonia Gandhi waited the ride. One's dependency on the tricycle for lack of husband's funds, while other's apathy due to son in law's splurging, not that the son did anything great. Still, the ladies had a business of going somewhere, for which these rickshawalas were being arrogant, to their daily bread and butter. How a man goes crazy for a day of malai kulfi and italian pizza, is a story of another blog. So, to lay emphasis here is, the nukad boy crying 'bhindi lelo' too has an involvement in occupation, but not me. Yes, the doctor's degree certificate fresh out of printing and framing, ridicules at me, 'Go find a better way of whiling time, th...