The missing Paperwaala
‘Don’t you think these papers have piled up too much? Please do something about it……….’ That was the desperate plea of a lady who wanted to try and get the clutter away and out of the house …….. but the response as it has been for the past three months was same…..steadfast…….’Let’s wait a while longer, he will come…….’. I shook my head and wondered for the umpteenth when if ever he was going to come…… Who is this ‘He’? He happens to be our regular paperwalla who has been taking our old newspapers, books, cardboard boxes and the likes ……….. An old person who comes on his battered cycle (come to think of it, both look the same - old, battered…..) with a ‘Papaaaaaaaaar’ cry in a peculiar way (no two cries are similar and each of these paperwalas have their signature call ….) to alert you that he is passing by. I cannot recollect the years that he has been coming to our house…….from the time that my elder daughter was two or three perhaps……now she is eighteen. A long time indeed. He us