December Comes

It's been a good start to this month. I got a job. I mean finally I'm employed. The downside? I have to work with my number one enemy, Shoaib. Work is good. The weather is good. It's been ages with me in front of a keyboard. Busy with one thing or the other at hand. By the way, I work for L. J. Hooker. It's an Australian based company and stands 4th worldwide in Real Estate. A good brand to work for. Anyways..

The other day, my bike was punctured. I was on the way home from work. I parked it aside on the road and decided to walk the remaining 1 km. It was drizzling lightly. Slowly it started to pour. I took refuge from the rain in one of the bus stops nearby. There was nobody around except an old man who was sitting and staring at me from the point I joined him there. Initially I was busy removing my jacket and didn't notice him. After a short while I started to feel uneasy. The man kept up his eerie glance. I made a mental note in the head that I could take him down if there be any need as such. It must have been around 10 pm. The man slowly got up and advanced towards me. I got up, helmet in hand, ready to strike him if necessary. He put his hand inside his jacket and was fumbling for something. I reckoned it must have been a knife. I spoke to him for the first time and asked what he wanted. Instead of replying he just continued to advance. I backed up a little bit. I was confused whether to hit him or just run away. His fumbling ended and he finally removed something and waved it in front of my face. I thought he would had struck me with something. But instead out came a 100 rupee note. The man started blabbing in Kannada. Apparently he wanted change to pay for the bus fare! Cheers..