rickshaw time

the night has just lost its shimmering velvet lights, it gets darker but people conversely gone wilder in summer heat. all noisy gets out of tounges and minds, while are produced by wheels driving its path along the asphalt lanes. summer nights gone zigzag, marking the end of the soon be missing weekend. people bet farewell after dinner, and the schedule soon will roll again. i do not know whether to like or dislike sunday night, but it gives me impression that life has alot of celebration.

sunday night also has dilemma, like other nights of the week. in this intersection, every now and then, people find it as place to fight for a cab. from all direction, people with bags or just a bunch of friens give their best energy to stand and wait for the long awaited taxis, in which the inadequate amount has created the act of scavenging taxi. i do not want to lose this sunday's excitement with getting emotionally exhausting because of lack of taxi in this neighbourhood.

in the midst of figuring out how i can reach home, a sight of rickshaw standing around the corner of the streets ignited my intuition. this could be a best deal, a joyful ride and locally substantive. the rickshaw man was kind and offered me a reasonable price. the first rickshwa ride in this old capital, they have it improved by having an electric bycicle to pull it-unlike the old times with man running in front to pull the cab behind. my choice was a logical ones, and i did not miss the excitement.

we passed lines of cars waiting in the intersection. i can see the landscape of this city under the lights, some shade of dark immersed through small alleys, while the echo of people chit chat outside in the courtyard buzzing amongst trees that grow greener only in summer. my rickshaw was speeding moderately, and i could not help myself to think of how i miss jakarta and its bajaj.

hahaha...