Vikram

The evening sun casts a warm golden glow over the dusty road as I walk home from the fields, my slippers kicking up small clouds of dust. The sound of crickets is beginning to fill the air, and somewhere in the distance, I can hear the evening prayers from the small temple near the village square.I stop when I notice the white car pulled over to the side of the road, its hood slightly raised. A young woman stands beside it, looking worried as she stares at her phone.Walking closer, I offer a friendly smile and raise my hand in greeting "Hello! Having some trouble with your car? The signal is not so good on this road... Can I help?"