Strange experience
I handed over a book worth one hundred rupees to the rickshaw driver and said, no brother. There is no rent. Leave eighty rupees and return twenty rupees.
The driver stared at me blankly. Bar let out a few sighs and let out a long sigh. He looked down at the book in his hand a few times and said, did you tell me something?
I started saying again. I said, the price of my book is two hundred rupees. We sell at 50% discount in the retail market. So the price falls to one hundred rupees. Your rent is eighty rupees. You leave this book and give me the remaining twenty rupees.
The man was no longer helpless. He gritted his teeth and said, do nonsense, nonsense! I'm thinking crazy! Crazy? I need eighty rupees rent, eighty rupees. Not a penny less. My sweaty money.
I would not pay less than a penny! I'm giving you eighty rupees. All right! You don't have to pay twenty rupees. I gave you the book for eighty rupees. Go and cut the book. Don't say another word.
The man is looking at my face. I also looked at the man's face. I don't really have anything to do. There is no eighty taka in the pocket, not even eighty paisa. Completely empty pockets. If I had eighty paise, I would give eighty paise to the man. All that is left is this book. That's the book I came out with. I will sell. I will earn money. I will be a big man.
That's when I lost the urge to be a big man. When I saw the boy who had repeatedly posted on Facebook after the book came out, he had blocked me. The girl does not come to the messenger. Does not reply to messages. Doesn't make phone calls. That's when I realized that the dream of becoming a big man by selling books was very good. The reality is very difficult.
But by then I had almost finished. I have poured all the money I have saved at the beginning of the book. So getting on the bus, at the crossroads, in the alleys, carrying books on my shoulders has become my job. I went out this morning. There is not a single penny in the pocket. So I gave a book to the rickshaw driver.
Nothing will happen in a book. Even if you give all the books in your hand, it will not be eighty rupees.
What did you say?
Huh, that's right. Paper prices are lower now.
Am I asking you to sell as a kg or not?
If not, someone will buy this book!
Don't say another word. You insulted me. Insulted the book. Damn! I will not get on your rickshaw anymore.
You don't have to get up anymore. Go through the watch. Only then.
I opened the watch and extended it towards him. It's been two months since the clock broke. The rickshaw driver left with the watch in his hand in front of me
114.262 SRY