Today at 7 AM I woke up feeling ill but decided I needed 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 hasn't occurred to me since I was 18. At 4 PM I got laid off, and I was so sad because I had missed all my classes. Every day I park my rickshaw near the outpost. In the beginning, I was shy because many people were familiar, but I imagined the world differently and kept going. In the evening on my way home, I got a flat tire. When I went to the trunk for a 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 about 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 a Bolero pulled over and gave me a ride. He asked me where I was from, my qualifications, my academic results, and many more details. He told me little about himself and added that he was an employee at the S.B.I. Diphu branch. I was surprised when he offered me a job. And I felt terrible refusing 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 tomorrow.
