“Bhaiya ! Do you want girls?” The rickshaw puller said. “All hot girls , high class girls from Maharani and Kanodia college.”
This rickshaw puller was a guy around twenty years and wore faded jeans. In turning a steep curve he almost scratched a scooty. The girls on the scooty panicked and almost fell. Unfortunately , I smiled at the incident. IIT preparation leaves you with less chances to smile , so may be it was an inappropriate smile but a smile none the less.
Probably the rickshaw puller misread that and suddenly became a pimp.
“ Brother! Do you want one?” He interrupted my thoughts.
“No ! I don’t.”
“There is nothing to worry . It’s safe. Only maharani and kanodia girls . ”
“No, no. Just take me to the railway station.” I was a little afraid now that my ride’s control was in the hands of a pimp.
We were silent for a while , the rickshaw kept moving in its slow jerky motion.
“Why do these girls in such high class colleges do this?” I asked.
“For pocket money, of course.” He answered as if prostitution was an obvious option for pocket...