Today at 7 AM I woke up feeling ill, but decided I need the money, so I went in to drive a rickshaw. I am doing this because I have a feeling that this would be a learning experience for me. Honestly, asking for money from my parents didn't occur to me since 18. At 4 PM I got laid off and I was so sad because I had missed all my class. Every day I park my rickshaw near outpost. In the beginning, I was shy because many peoples were familiar, but I imagined the world different and kept going. In the evening on my way home I got my tire flat. When I went to the trunk for spare it was flat too. I left my cell phone at home and I couldn't make calls. I was so helpless; I cried alone for a while; I also provoked God for the situation. But I knew it was not his fault. There was no P.C.O. nearby or any rickshaw coming. Minutes later a man in Bolero pulled over and gave me a ride. He asked me where I was from; my qualification; my academic results and many more details. He told me little about himself and added that he was working as a Unit Manager at S.B.I. Diphu branch. I was surprised when he offered me a job. And I felt terrible to refuse him. I told him politely that I aimed for something else in life. He gave me his business card and asked my address. He is visiting me tomaro.
