(Rahim introducing himself)
"It is raining heavily. Let me be with you to hold the umbrella ".
"No, my dear brother. You just get ready for your school. I will manage by tying it to the handle of my bicycle. ", I comforted Akbar.
I took the umbrella, keys of my bicycle and a poly bag. I chose main road instead of street which directly led me toward newspaper office . I collected newspapers and cover them by putting them into a poly bag . I turned my way to approach my destination i.e. Mahatma Gandhi Nagar.
No matter how adverse climatic conditions were , I was enjoying the shower with a little shivering. Sun was not full and clear, only few rays were flaunting. They were approaching toward my eyes , propagating through water droplets. Long green bushes were swinging by the push of air so as my bicycle .I put off my umbrella, actually i was enjoying my solitude, monsoon thrown away all of my shyness. I started riding my bicycle into a zigzag manner and murmured some romantic numbers.
After a couple of five minutes, I reached my destination. Still sun was unclear, light was dim, black and grey were decorating the horizon . I parked my bicycle under a shimmering street light . I had to knock doors to handover papers , i couldn't toss them upto respective balconies as i usually do because it was raining heavily.
One two three four....stepping ahead
"Done", I breathed.
I climbed on my bicycle's seat and started paddling it towards the end of street.
Suddenly , someone started whirring at my back.
I moved but not able to figure out any human over there. I again tilted myself and was about to paddle but again heard a voice mentioning me to head up toward last balcony of green house.
At last, I got her. I turned my bicycle towards her . She was with fair complexion, wearing a white coloured "kurta" embraced with pink "dupatta". Her brown eyes were blinking because of water droplets . There was a natural pink blush on her cheeks . She was looking astounding.
I was at a pause for few seconds and stared her like hell.
"Yes", i asked in an humble voice.
"Actually we had recently shifted here from Mahapura. Will you please drop a newspaper here too." She whispered.
"And what price i need to pay for that ?".
"3 rupees for a month", I told her.
"Okay", she replied.
