Mahideen

It was yet another day of same entertainment provided by Mahideen at yarbal. Mahideen was a 35 year old laborer, he had been in this trade since a long time now, infact he was only 15 when he had started taking rice and wood to different households of  raj mohalla. And his cheerfullness and sheer humor had added the tally to his admirers, although there were some who would always make fun of him whenever Mahideen brought in any thing to their house. 

To be continued...

It was a cold autumn day in srinagar, the cold had taken its toll on this shy little sunken boy, he had put up a light blue jeans jacket , his red cheeks and shrugging of his shoulders were proof enough of him being uncomfortable, to add to the soft hearts dismay a hoarse voice " hey boy come here" made life miserable to the boy. It was at this moment that the boy's eye fell on his counterpart, and with this he breathed a sigh of relief, "thank god I m not alone here ".