He took a step back and beamed.
The leather shoes looked as good as new. Fifteen minutes of careful cleaning and polishing had paid off. He cleaned the last of the polish stains from his hands and prepared to leave.
Grabbed his laptop and strode carefully across the street avoiding the potholes filled with muddy water. An auto was hailed.
"Station?”.
"Chaliye".
Got off. Crossed the bridge. Jostled and pushed to get into the train compartment. Jostled and pushed to get out.
Another auto. Office. Washroom mirror.
Glanced at shoes-now muddy and with polish barely recognizable. From other feet that weren't as careful.
Wiped them clean with a tissue. Buffed them again on the back of his trouser legs.
Smiled.
"Always take pride in what you do son. And do the best that you can".
Thanks dad.
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