STOPHERE📍

  giphy.com Rajesh Baja could stand anything in life, but not the cold, not this kind of heart-freezing, bone-rattling cold. Thank god for the jeans and the jacket he was wearing. He breathed hard, his chest heaving, the exercise brought sweat to his body, and he was glad for it, for the flush of warmness it brought to his body. He struck his chest with his right-hand fist, very lightly, trying to circulate the blood faster in his veins, “Damn! This cold,” he muttered. The headlights pierced the foggy darkness at a distance. Rajesh could see a vehicle approaching. He felt glad when the coming vehicle swerved, and the headlights fell on him; quickly, he rose to his feet, trying to see the coming vehicle. Thank God! For the approaching vehicle, car, truck, or whatever, he just wanted a lift; he was tired, and his feet ached from all the walking he had done the whole day, and a lift to the next town would suit him just fine. He said a quick prayer that the coming vehicle’s driver was ...