khara sikka

...a stone  is heavy  at its place,  twelve years and a horse is transformed,   God  delays  but does justice,  all such  sayings  quotes and  traditions were learned by heart,  he was neither a horse nor a stone,  he was a living soul and working  on the same  post  for past fourteen years  he had full faith in God  and his  fate  he prayed to his God but  he was still a foot constable  saluting his seniors,  he was aware his associates called him an idiot  discussed his foolishness  his wife also  believed him to be  a fool 

His seniors stopped  giving him  tasks  believing  Shakur Ahmed  should be included to spoil  everything 

He even  tried to change his luck  by going to quacks but all his money was wasted,  when he was at his  lowest  disappointment  level something happened that filled him up with  positive energy 

He was going home   as his routine was after duty   , he  longed to have some tea,  he thought if he would ask   his wife to make tea  she would  serve it with  generous  abusive words,  in the police station  he had had enough of it  so he  headed towards a restaurant 

This specific restaurant was good  , it provided privacy and comfortable seating within cabins  where four could sit facing each other across the table inspired by Irani restaurants,  it wasn't Irani ,Shakur Ahmed  stopped his  old fashioned motorbike  before the restaurant and stepped in to have his tea