Last thing that I Remember I did before I went to sleep was ironing the cloth. After I ironed the clothes I kept it carefully in a wooden wardrobe. After that I went to sleep, but I could not sleep. Sometime we call it hallucinations or vaham in Hindi. Different kind of hallucinations, or moral of the story is I could not sleep just tossing up on the bed and outside it was raining and raining so badly that I feared that there might be a flood and we all will go into it. That is how I spent the night.
When in dawn I came out I found my neighbour stood on his gate and smiling on me. Such a lovely weather is not it? He said, I felt irritated though smiled but did not say anything. How idiot all this, when people don’t have anything important to talk they always talk about weather. I have to get ready for my work. I took a hurried bath, dressed up, eat two bread with some vegetable left from night, picked up the umbrella and came on the main road to pick the bus. It is still raining I vowed my head to the temple opposite the bus stand.
Suddenly I remember that today I have an evening shift, so to kill the time I planned to watch a movie. I take the ticket to Connaught place; from there take a rickshaw to a theatre, bought a front stall ticket. On screen they were showing a documentary that how alcohol can ruin your life. Sarrab kare ghor vinash kudh ka ghar ka satyanash, I think every person who watches movie might have learned this slogan. Well film starts, intervals then the end. People come out, I too come out, still raining, I bought an Ice-cream, I have spent quite good money.
When finally I reached at the bookshop where I work, I found Mr Wasin, and he was searching something from the dust been . When he saw me he quickly straighten up and pretend as he has lost something which he was trying to find out. But I know this old man very well, and I am seeing him from last one year. He has this strange habit, whenever he comes at work the first thing he does is to searching the dustbin. I know what does this habit means, he was just looking the cash memos of previous night just to check if I have made any money last night?
There are some people in world whose whole lives are dustbins and no doubt Mr Wasin is one among them he whole life is a dustbin. The person who is retired from airlines and getting heavy pension is working in the book shop and selling illustration Kama sutra books to foreigners………….
