June in Delhi. Sweltering heat in Chandni Chowk.
“Bhai Saheb, Is there a public lavatory nearby?’
“This way, Sir. Twenty steps next to the paan shop.”
Half running, half walking. What the hell is this? What didn’t I think when I left home.
“Scooter Rickshaw, Janpath Road, please.”
“No meter. 200 Rupees.”
Source of Inspiration: Sepia Mutiny Fiction Friday.