What does life really convey??
Probably bondage of feelings which we keep around with us... It's a kind of our shell which we bear around us...
And for me this shell was becoming more torturing...
Next day, I woke up with tickling vibes... This was the day when something which I always dreamt of was going to happen... My taxi ride...
As it was fixed earlier ,my taxi was going to be here by 7 am... And I was getting late... Sunita had already called me twice by now and informed that her cousin was already there outside... And I hurriedly packed my bags...
My camera, my credit card, cash, my diary and, yes, I was all set...
And hopefully you would not have expected any make up kits in my purse, would you???
I hated make up...
Beauty is inside us... Beauty is what nature has given us... Not in the engineered things...
I had told mom that am going for some work...
Biting my tongue...I lied to her... It was among very few lies that I might have told her...
I came out of my colony...
And I looked for the taxi... There it was... A greenish blue coloured car with a "TAXI" symbol as its crown...uhmm... I liked it...
Who is she leaning over there?
Sunita!!!
"Morning!", I greeted her and she greeted me back.
After we were done commenting on each other's attire, she suddenly asked...
"Is something wrong? What's up with this taxi ride stuff and all? All of a sudden?"
I looked at her for few moments...
With every second she felt so scared, as if she said something wrong.
"Sorry...", she said.
I hugged her.
That, was rather surprising for her. She tapped me.
"See you later dear!", I said softly.
And then came the moment of my life... Was it good one or bad one?? I don't know that...
The moments when you are going to meet someone... whose presence is going to affect your inner core is mostly unexpected... Was that one mine??
And then there was he standing at support of his taxi...on the other side... He looked furiously at me... He was standing there for a minute or two...and we both totally ignored him...
Sunita chuckled, "I need to go, I am getting late, see you" and she left.
"You are ten minutes late madam..." was what I heard...from him...
Okay... Go easy with him Divya...he is your escort for day...
"Sorry! I just got a bit late...
Anyways should we start our journey now??", I asked him.
"Look... Before we start our journey, let's discuss our terms...You going to pay half of the money now as it was fixed... and the other half, after the journey... And secondly wherever we are going you have to mention clearly so I can decide how much fuel we are really going to need... ", he frowned...
Okay... As per Sunita had told... He is completely money minded... A business type guy... Whose every word aimed to make profit...
Being professional along with needy I agreed to his terms...
YOU ARE READING
"THE LAST TAXI RIDE"
Teen FictionHave you seen a bird? It dreams to roam throughout her life doing everything which feel her adventurous. Divya sen was the same. Though to support her family she have to go for job. Later In a world full of competition she was one of leading Journal...