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Riding a rickshaw in the afternoon is a very happy time for me. The feeling of riding a rickshaw along the village road in the mild afternoon sun and cool breeze is really different. The hustle and bustle of people around, the lights of shops, people walking on the road—all together make it a living scene. The tinkling sound of the rickshaw bell, the faint light of the sun coming through the gaps in the trees, and the touch of the light breeze soothe the mind. Sometimes I walk around talking to friends, sometimes I silently see the beauty around me.
By Jamal70Riding a rickshaw in the afternoon is a very happy time for me. The feeling of riding a rickshaw along the village road in the mild afternoon sun and cool breeze is really different. The hustle and bustle of people around, the lights of shops, people walking on the road—all together make it a living scene. The tinkling sound of the rickshaw bell, the faint light of the sun coming through the gaps in the trees, and the touch of the light breeze soothe the mind. Sometimes I walk around talking to friends, sometimes I silently see the beauty around me.