Mundane 6

This is part of a series of Micro Fiction based on the mundane slices of my daily life here in Bangladesh.
I get off the bus at Uttara and walk into the golden afternoon. Pedestrians splash through the mirage pools on the asphalt. I get on a rickshaw.

“Number 2 of 11.”

He starts paddling.

“Annyeong hashimnikka.”…