Reaching office by a rickshaw has never been less than a dangerous Safari. That morning everything seemed quite in place except my fate. The moment I climbed the rickshaw…… I was flat on the ground! Alas! Not my fault…..Nah! ” I can’t be wrong the third time too!”
I wonder who went into the technical designing part of these rickshaws. Somehow I am not compatible with them.
Well, I laid crucified on the road with a purse in one hand and lunch pack in the other. The sky above me seemed bright blue. I wondered how long I could stay that way. The road gave support to me in every possible way. It was the end of the world….. I could not hear any sound….
Someone yelled at the rickshaw puller in the local accent… “Arrey madam ko utha to deta” It was time to get up and move on….. The great fall of Roman Empire was put to shame.
Later in the evening I realized that these rickshaws won’t help and that the only vehicle suitable for me would be Harry Potter’s Broom… Neither too high to get a passport, nor too low to get a license…..
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