He approached.
"Bhaiya majura gate tak kitna .?"
"120 lagega"
It was obvious that he was new to the city, but still with unwavering confidence
- " Humesha toh 80 me hojata hai "
-" Aap rehte kidhr ho , humesha se 130 hi tha. Kuch nahi 100 dedena "
And just like that ; like every male ever , he agreed.
For a moment he would have wished his girlfriend was with him who was a great bargainer , like every woman ever.

And the journey begins.
Oblivious to the fact that the normal rate is 60, he still seemed relieved to have atleast got a ride.
His black shirt , black watch , brownish jeans combined with sandals made him the least fasionable indivitual to board today and the last one was just an old man in his white dhoti.
- " Aa amme auto kitti "
He said on the call along with some other bizarre sounding words almost making me wonder if such a language even exists.
I say why speak such a language at all. Such tribal sounding lingo which makes people look at you with disgust or wonder or both at the same time.
I have heard rumours about them bunch too. They eat everything that walks , and call it an "Exotic platter".
" Haa bhaiya yahi pe rokdo"
- " Theek hai "
He pays what was agreed , swings his bag to one side of his shoulder and walks away.

- " Bhaiya "
Here comes another one. I wonder how bizarre this one will be.
Oh well who am i to judge ,
im just a nivea cream tin atop the auto shelf.
© Samar_.

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