Walking in the rain - sailing

- Whose stick is his buffalo-Madhusudan Parekh

- 'How far? How far? ' With a sigh of relief, we slipped into the water up to our ankles with our sandals and shoes and danced to the tune of 'Dulhania Chhamacham Chhamacham Chali'.

(Continued from past)

After touching my relative's newborn baby, I got up with a little shake and said goodbye to him.

The rain was very slow so I took a secret assurance from my relatives that the rickshaw was still moving. You will get it soon.

The rain was pouring slowly. Why do we young men carry umbrellas? Umbrellas adorn the elderly. We were still around fifty.

Even the rain is really heavy. We walked a little bit and came to the road and when we saw the rickshaw coming, we started shouting 'A rickshaw'. The rickshaws were a bit overcrowded, but even though the rickshaws were empty, they would come close to us without even answering our boom. The rain was beginning to show a little bit of it now. We hurried off. After five or seven minutes of 'sailing' in the water up to the ankles, we saw an empty rickshaw at the corner of an alley and ran to greet him.

The rickshaw came. As we approached the rickshaw and got ready to board the rickshaw, a middle-aged sister hurried down the steps of her flat and approached the rickshaw and said, 'Rickshaw ... relief road ...' We protested and said, 'We have stopped the rickshaw.' 'Are you impressed with the rickshaw? Saying 'no sensation', he quickly got into the rickshaw.

The person with the rickshaw must have believed in 'Ladies First', so I started the rickshaw immediately. Fifteen or twenty per cent of the women who have fallen for my honor are women.

'What shall we do now?' The wife asked with an angry grin.

"Voyage," I said angrily.

Pause for a moment, hopefully find another rickshaw, stand for a while with the hopeful meat ... Even if you look at it as long as possible, the rickshaw driver had a 'no time' curve. Now the rain began to fall. Was our Kahyagaro Kinkat alone?

The rain started to bathe us properly. Our voyage continued unabated. 'How far? How far? ' With a sigh of relief, we dived into the water up to our ankles with our sandals and shoes and danced to the tune of 'Dulhania Chhamacham Chhamacham Chali'.

There was an opportunity to end our despair. Someone with a rickshaw was kicking hard on the pedals at the end of the flat to persuade Anne's rickshaw. But the pedals that were kicked by Anne did not flinch.

We also found a ray of hope in the clouds. We went to the rickshaw sympathetically, 'Want to come?' The rickshaw puller is looking in front of us. 'The rickshaw is a bit stuck in the water. Need to push a little, but ... 'He looked in front of us.

We were waiting in the hope that if the rickshaw started running, we would push the rickshaw back and the rickshaw would start roaring. After a few pushes, I gasped and the rickshaw sped off. The rickshaw puller killed the rickshaw where we felt the hashtags. We angrily stayed away from 'Aye, aye ... and

I pushed the rickshaw for free. '

It was read in the poem, "I don't want to run, I never want to have faith."

But we did not run, but trusted the standing rickshaw. Got a sigh of relief. How selfish the world has become, no one believes nowadays.

The wife threw me a basket of rage. 'What are you going to do?' The truth was that my wife had instructed me to help the 'poor' rickshaw puller.

The rain didn't stop me. The shoes and boots on our feet started to become 'slippery slippery'. My boots were right in the grip of my feet, a little watery, but they were faithfully sticking to my feet.

The rain must have decided to show its power now so it started raining heavily. The water began to move from our ankles to my knees. The wife was terrified. The water began to grow from the ankles to his feet, putting him to shame.

(Finished in the next issue)