" Bhaiya TT chalenge kya?" I asked the cab driver as he nodded his head while giving me a smile.
I was standing outside the Pune Railway Station after seeking my parent's permission to meet my fiance. He is the most determined person I have ever seen. He didn't bother to call or text me in the past fifteen days.
I opened the backseat door for myself and entered inside as he put my luggage in the trunk.
I took out my phone from the bag and decided to send him a text but my face sulked down. The previous texts were still not seen and I took a long breath again texting him.
Within 30 minutes, I will be at your office.
I kept the phone back in the bag and started looking out of the window.
" Madam, aap pareshan lag Rahi hai." The driver asked while looking at me through the mirror and I sighed again.
" Nahi bhaiya. Hum thik hai." I said that I was alright although maybe not.
" Aap yaha pehli baar aayi hai?" He asked and I nodded my head.
( Is this your first time coming here?)
" Yes"
" Then you are going to leave this place happily. Keep faith in God." He said and I smiled at him. He spoke just like my mother. She too has a solution for everything. God.
Pune
This city has invited me for the first time in its lap. It seemed beautiful with the shining decorum and buzzing streets with traffic. Pune traffic made me sigh but not depressed as I have seen Delhi traffic too . I looked out of the window to keep myself from getting bored, although my mind was filled with Rudra's coldness, I tried to busy myself by reading the random hoardings and the brand's logos along with the advertisements over the streets, malls and stores.
" Kaam ka waqt hai na isliye itna jam hai." Again my driver's words gained my attention and I nodded my head. He seemed more displeased than me.
( It's working hours leading to a huge traffic jam.)
" Koi baat nahi bhaiya. Mujhe koi train nahi pakadni."
( It's okay. I don't have to catch a train. )
Another thirty minutes passed in the traffic and on the roads of Pune when Bhaiya finally stopped at the destination.
" Hum aa Gaye aapki manzil par."
I smiled hearing his words and came out of the cab while he helped me with the luggage.
" I have seen the banners of this company and also heard from people who often find my cab. They say that the boss here is a perfectionist and he searches for perfection in others too. He doesn't like people who are filled with flaws." Bhaiya casually said those words while taking my trolley out of the trunk and passing it to me. I nodded my head while looking at the company in front of me.
The building was authentic along with a logo of a clock and the words scribbled there in admirable fonts. " Taming the Time." I read it out.
" First day at the job?" He asked and I noticed him following my gaze.
" I have heard that people don't get easily recruited by TT." Given the status of a cab driver, he knows a lot. I understand that hearing the speeches of his customers might be his job but registering everything in mind is admirable.
" I have heard about it too. Thank you bhaiya." I said and he passed me a smile before waking back towards the driver seat and driving away.
I crossed the roads and headed inside. A warm ambiance in the cold weather welcomed me along with a few states from the people who might be harboring the question 'what is this girl doing here with the luggage?'
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