I am late to the shop

Jam got off his chair and moved toward a door. The door was closed. But Vishwa could identify the smoke coming from the edges of the door.

Jam knocked the door and asked against it. ' is everything alright, little Stuart.'

Vishwa looked at Jam. No voice came from the other side. When Vishwa was thinking that some accident had occurred to the person on the other side, he heard a voice.

A muffled voice came from the other side of the door accompanied by cough and sneezes. 'Yes… sneeze… I think I…. cough… cough. I am … sneeze… okay.'

As Vishwa heard the voice, he realized the voice was becoming clear by the second. And finally when the person said okay the door was opened from the other side.

Vishwa looked at little Stuart. Like his name, he wasn't older than 12 years. His face looked cute with baby fat still clinging through the cheeks. His whole body was a mess as far as Vishwa could see. He was wearing an apron on top of his clothes. The apron was filled with ink patches. Even his clothes were not spared. His face was a mess with his messy black hair and grease that smeared his face.

'Are you okay,' The burly man asked with concern.

'Yeah I think I am… cough… cough… fine.' Little Stuart said, as he spoke his teeths were visible, even they were not spared of blackness. And finally when he coughed… black smoke came out from his mouth.

Vishwa knew if he was in that situation, he would definitely not be okay.

'What was that about' Berry asked little Stuart.

'Uh, the printing press had a problem, I tried to fix it, that's when it started smoking' little Stuart said. After cool down he was finally able to speak clearly.

The printing press belonged to the castos, the owner of the castos had brought this machine from the main town in a fairly good big. Though the main reason for it, you can say it was because the machine had been generations old, that's why he was able to buy it for cheap.

And this here little Stuart was genius at his age. When he was just young boy, you might be wondering what I am taking about, well when he had started selling his own papers. Though it wasn't successful in the neighbourhood.

The Owner didn"t waste any time and brought him to try out the machine. And from then on he was given the job to print press the local pamplets.

And his salary, especially Vishwa, thought it was greater than his.

'Well let's do it later little Stuart' Jam said scratching his head at the back.

'No, I have to prepare it before the next day, owner has given me the responsibility for it,' little Stuart said with great pride and responsibility.

Vishwa was listening to Little Stuart when he came across his own little detail. He too had something to do. And looking at the dilapidated clock on the wall of the building which indicated he has been quite late.

'guys, I will see you later,' Vishwa said as he started running through the front door.

'Hey not the front door' the burly man said.

'Yeah I will mind it later' Vishwa replied back to the burly man as he disappeared from the building.

It was 4'o clock and his father had asked him to return with the parts till 5'o clock. So he ran.

The night came early, especially in the villages quite far from town and cities. Infact Vishwa had never been to a city before.

With the sunset gone, the night came. The whole market was just beginning to dissolve in the dark, when people started operating the lanterns and the candles. The little details was what made much difference for shop owners.

In that same market at the most corner part where you won't find much of an existence. There was a mechanic trying to convince his customer.

The mechanic was wiping away the dirt that has settled on his hands and face. As he looked at the far corner. It seemed he was waiting for someone.

He must had been healthy during his prime but now he looked nothing liked in the past. His clothes were loose as if he had lost some weight. His expression, was vivid as he tried to convince his customer to wait.

'how much do I have to wait,' a man in a long draped clothes type. Said to the mechanic. He sighed from time to time as if his precious time was getting wasted.

'Sir just a little more' a little raspy and deep voice sounded from the mechanic. He continued to look through the part of the scooter.

Scooter was not common in these parts. Especially this village which seemed forsaken from the rest of the world. But it didn't mean that there weren't people rich enough who had settled from other places, or were working here from other places due to circumstances.

'You had been saying the same thing for the past two hours. I had given you the scooter at the start of the day, and you had promised at that time that you will repair it by 5 pm nos look at the time,' the main said. He took out a watch from his inner pocket and showed it to the man.

'it's 6:30, how much do you need me to wait here for' the man said he wrapped his hands against his chest. He was looking for an explanation from the middle age man in the front.

'I know sir, but you our village is quite far from other villages and it's very difficult to look for the part, infact the part you had been asking for has recently came from the the main town, that's why it must be taking so late,' the middle age man said.

'I expected no less from such a back village. If it was my city your mechanic shop wouldn't have been able to run for a single day.' the man said, scolding the middle aged man.

The man wanted to continue when some shouted from a distance. The man was running in this direction only. Looking at the guy running from far, the man in long draped dress thought that someone was coming to rob him, he tried to hide behind the middle age man.

'Father' the voice became clear as the man got closer and closer to the shop.

Vishwa was running quite fast, for one reason he was late very late and for the other reason. He thought he saw the fatty duo, and that is why without looking back he was running with his all.

Coming at a few steps from his father

Vishwa stopped. He took his hands to the front. He had bent his body, trying to take it the air. He was panting hard.

'There were many people, that is why it got so late' Vishwa said between huffing and puffing. He knew his excuse was not enough to buy his father who was able to see everything from far away. Especially when it came to his son.

Vishwa was looking at his father at that moment. His father was angry but he was suppressing his anger. 'huh' he thought he saw someone else behind his father. A man had been hiding behind his father.

As the man saw Vishwa, he stood up. 'Ahem,' he said, coughing with hands in front of his mouth. 'if you wil repair it' he said. Trying to maintain his composure.

Vishwa's father had forgotten about the man

Thinking what had happened just a moment ago was enough to fill him with laughter. But he controlled it.

'Alright sir, it will take no more than 15 minutes,' Vishwa's father said as he took the parts and some tools to repair the scooter.

Vishwa stood at a little distance away. He was watching as his father fitted in the parts that were missing. Vishwa had seen him washing and greasing the scooter in the morning. That meant there had not been many other customers on this day too.

Vishwa looked at the house, it was an old looking building, which screamed for repairs. The lights were out at this moment, so nothing could be seen of what was inside. The shop you can say was an extension of the house. Some of the house space had been given to act as the shop.

Vishwa was not in a hurry to enter his house. As he watched his father he knew he was going to close the shop for the day after just this customer.

It had taken some time for him to come here, he had to travel some distance to get some parts. And especially those bullies, he had to travel without being spotted by them. So he was moving stealthily throughout his journey.

After waiting for minutes. His father was finally done with the work. He started the scooter and showed it to the customer to show that it was working properly. He took the money for repairing the scooter and thanked the costumer.

Vishwa helped his father close the shop. He gathered all the equipments scattered outside while his father set up the remanants parts and tools inside. After all of it was gathered. His father locked the shop and took the key in his pocket.