47°C, heat literally sucked away his energy. 1Km distance seemed like a marathon, when he reached the hotel for lunch.
A fresher, a small company, an unknown city, a rude boss and all the donkey works with no choice were the cursing ingredients of his life.
“Meals? 60 Rupees! No money? Then get out” the man at the billing table shouted at an old lady.
He looked at his purse – exactly 60 rupees and some coins.
He bought a meal token and gave to her. She reluctantly accepted.
He smiled and continued walking, the ATM was just three kilometers away.