Its not that laira didn’t believe in luck. She did. She even believed that someday she would walk in..like literally walk in,into bundle of fortunes.
She had even thought of what she would do with all that money, starting with ‘sleeping in a couch full of money’ like that ‘richierich’ cartoon character had done in the show. Next, she had thought of hiring a loyal assistant who’d all the maths part.. counting her money, making some good investments, letting her know how much profits they were making and most importantly telling her on day to day basis how rich she was.
‘Also I will need an assistant just for shopping’ she often humored herself, ‘someone who’d carry all my shopping bags while I am busy showing off my mean rich girl attitude’.
But as much as she wanted to believe, laira also knew it was ridiculous.
‘Hard work is the only answer. And even with that, you little girl will only make enough for your living’ her mother had recently confronted her, shaking her off from those silly bubbles, for her own good.
Mom wouldn’t believe it.. if she saw what I am seeing now..
fortune cookies!! Laira yelps, dropping her jaws, looking at the cash box that was now overflowing with money.
And they even doubled the cash of these icecream cones just half and hour later..none of us could pull that off ..she sighs, thinking of last time they had icecream parlour on school festival.
Suddenly breaking her streams of thoughts, man on double black, whispers to her ‘At this rate we will run out of our icecreams very soon’
He fixes his eyes at the long queue of girls waiting impatiently to be at the front desk, sensing trouble.
‘May be I should do that. You check how many stocks we have left’
Swiftly taking off icecream cones from laira’s hand he starts digging in for scoops himself.
It was all so sudden and he had said it so softly that laira heard almost nothing. ‘Check icecreams’ she was preety sure she heard those words atleast. However that wasn’t the corncern right now. Corncern was, they had just touched hands.
The touch, even though it was a very brief period, ran high volts of electric signals to laira’s system and had shut her down like a malfunctioned computer.
‘Laira laira..are you listening to me’ the voice, reboots her back to life.
‘yes’ she replies hysterically and runs inside the van to check their stocks, stumbles twice on the ground and hits once on the door.