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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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"Your highness, keep steady. Yes! Don't put pressure on the wheel. Now what we learned about changing gears.
Break!
Break!
Not the accelerator! I said BREAK or you are going to ram into the walls of the palace." A sweating Bhawani Singh, Vasundhara's personal chauffeur yowled when Gauri accidentally pressed the wrong peddle. She grumbled under her breath and bit her lower lip. Bhawani Singh pulls out a kerchief and wipes his forehead before filling his lungs with a deep breath while trying not to panic. He was already cursing himself for even considering her request. The poor fellow was busy cleaning the Royal masterpiece early in the morning when she sneaked upon him and asked sweetly to learn. Even God can't refuse such innocence, Bhawani Singh was but a mortal.
As soon as they started, the long bushy-bearded man realized his mistake. The princess lacked patience. She was too eager, willing to learn it all in a single day, overlooking the basics and experiencing the real thing. She was grinning goofily, slightly confused but full of enthusiasm. If somehow the word reached high in commands, they will have his head.
"Bhawani brother, if I will keep pressing breaks after every step, how the hell I will learn to drive? Let the car move forward for just a bit." Gauri gritted before adjusting the sari on her head. Bhawani's eyes almost popped out of his skull.
"Keep both your hands on the wheel, princess."
"Oh, hush. I've got this!"
"Then let me step out, young lady. I have two daughters at home who love me dearly."
"Really? What are their names?" And this was her biggest problem. Nothing can keep her interest for longer and if someone starts a conversation, she has the power to eat their ears off. Gauri faced him again and he passed a constipated look.
"Jaya and Vijaya."
"How sweet! How old are they?" Gauri inquired as she changed gears once again and maintained a speed of 20. Bhawani Singh cleared his throat, contemplating if he should discuss his personal life with his employer or not. Since the talk has started, he can't back out now.
"Jaya is 16 and Vijaya is 12."
"Great. What are they studying?" She poked further and he sighed. She reminded him so much of his little sister at that moment. Clever and annoying.
"Vijaya is in 8th standard and Jaya is done with her school. I am looking for a well-mannered and stable boy for her. She has reached the right age to marry." Bhawani Singh mulled with a smile on his face, which lasted long enough to see the light of a passing meteor over the surface of the earth. Because in the next instance, Gauri pressed the brakes so hard, his head collided with the windshield and put a crack over the pristine glass. She didn't let the shock grip her bones and decided to speak her mind.
"Your older daughter is only 16. Why are you considering the prospect of marriage so early? You seem like someone who makes a decent living, it means you can easily afford higher education for both of your girls. Do you not know the law? Marrying children at a tender age is not only illegal but also against our culture.
