I met him at Avari Towers chowk. I thought he was trying to sell me morning newspaper. I told him that I am not interested. He did not mind and requested me to drop him at the next stop. I hesitated. Even newspaper hanging in his hand were full of kidnap and ransom stories. I looked at his attire. He looked like a street romeo, wearing skin tight jeans and shirt. He could not be hiding a gun, I was convinced. I opened the door, he thanked and settled in the passenger seat.
Muhammad Fareed has been selling newspaper at Avari Tower signal for ages now. There is a stall near hotel metro pole from where he gets bundles of newspapers on commission. He gets couple of hundred each day for selling a stipulated quantity. He told me that he had six dependents. He thanked me so many times that I started looking sideways. He believed firmly in God, life hereafter and destiny. He confirmed his conviction time and again. He told me that he lacked working capital otherwise he would have ‘owned ‘bundles of newspaper so that he could have earned better margin.
I wondered if he was telling me all to get something out of my pocket. I was hesitant again to move first as if giving him few rupees would have changed my lifestyle or his.