Dating : This Month’s Salary!

It was rush hour. Streets were engrossed in typing and scribbling new stories with the footprint of each passing pedestrian. Zebra crossing was doing its routine work of guiding people around; Just like an elderly watching on youngsters with subtle smiles and sighs. Cars and bikes were busy tattooing ambiguous patterns on the roads.

On such a busy day; He was sitting in the corner curled up in a rusty suite. He has been eagerly waiting for today to hear the most awaited news. He was sitting there for days without taking a shower. He was not ready to miss the opportunity this month.

A luxurious car stood in front of him with a sudden jerk caused due to breaks. An awful noise sounded like the road was screaming in unbearable pain while getting tattoed. A person got off the car with the classic business suitcase. He fleed from the street while leaving that suitcase behind, close enough to the person sitting in the corner.

He looked around to ensure that no one is watching him. He started walking towards the suitcase. For that moment, the streets stopped typing all stories. Needles tattooing roads, stood still. At last, his wait was about to end. He sat in the middle of the road and opened the suitcase with great excitement.

He exhaled with an enormous disappointment. He stared at the suitcase loaded with cash and a note on the top of it. It had the usual message, “This Month’s Salary!” Zebra crossing sighed one more time, And Streets were back to typing business while cars were crafting their art on roads as usual.