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Later after the lunch was ready, Mrs.Singh asked to get the tables ready ... Mr.Singh came into kitchen and started helping us... We had made rice curry and a typical lady finger dish...we all sat together for lunch...
"So son, are you married?? "...a question by Mrs. Singh to Mr. Driver... which certainly caught my attention...
But why???
Anyways I was waiting for his answer...
"No! ma'am.. I'm still a bachelor... "
"Oh! I thought you were...but... a well discplined handsome guy like you shouldn't remain unmarried for long... ", quoted Mrs. Singh... And they all started laughing.. And surprisingly it included me... "But I'm sure he would have certainly some ...ahem... affairs... so how's your girlfriend doing??'", this time it was Mr.Singh...
And I started looking at him.. And this time he caught me looking at him..
"I don't have any girlfriend either, proffesor...", he said, smiling... "Oh really... Such a liar... You must be a very secretive guy... holding on some mysteries with you... There is surely some past with you...you can share if you are comfortable", convinced Mr. singh...
"Actually, I never found someone who was mature enough and innocenct too... I ain't addressing some kindà philosopher here, but still a person who would be a child at heart and sophisticated by mind... Someone who could understand me...the way I am...and would accept me in the same way... ", he quoted.. was he blushing???
"haha...now I can understand why you still weren't able to find someone of your type... But soon you will find someone, Deepak... ", said Mr.singh...
"... or maybe found already... ", said Mrs.Singh while smiling...
"huh...who?", asked Deepak with curiosity and confusion...
"uhhmm...her!!! ", Mrs.singh pointed towards me while giggling..
"ma'am.... what........ ", and my spoon slipped off and fell down.. And I gave my confused looks to her...
"Why not divya... You fit his description... And I can see ...he suits you...why not you guys start dating.. Huh", Mr.Singh added...
And they both started laughing..
"No, No... sir... I don't want some arrogant person...like her...who needs no reason to get furious ... ", said Deepak with cunning smile and almost a sarcastic tone... almost??
"Oh really", I spoke in a girlish voice from the 90's British girls...."As if I'm going to even choose a dumb person like you...", I returned the sarcastic note fluently while pointing my fingers to him...
"Excuse me?", he chuckled, "me?? dumb?? I advise you better reconsider", he was being haughty ...
felt like the engineer spoke up...
And with that both Mr.Singh and Mrs.Singh both started laughing more.....
"chill both of you... I was just kidding... Haha", she said while going to kitchen...
Why does sir thought of us being perfect together ?? Is he really of my type???
And aunt came back with the sweets... And it were rasgullas... One of my favorites... Probably she knows me alot...
And we started talking of other topics...
Suddenly he asked something to the proffesor which probably wasn't fair to be asked...
"Hey sir... What do your children do?? Where are they?? ", Mr. Driver asked...
And with that question their smile faded... And I knew the reason so I pointed him to keep quiet and do not ask that question...and he got my signal... However, Mrs.Singh started speaking
"No my son... We dont have any child now... We had a daughter.... But.... "as she couldn't complete... tears started rolling down her eyes... And I held her hand to calm down...
"... We had a daughter", Mr.Singh continued, "...she was very childish...Very charming... Beautiful... She was around 18 years old... But fell prey to some monsters...and her happy life was destroyed... We tried to console her... We stood by her firmly... We took action against those bastards... But they were very powerful... They brought the media with them.. They forged proofs.. And our society started making fun of our dear child... We thought to move away from here.. But we didn't have much choice then... Plus we were supposed to be here for the case... People used to make fun of her.. She was a strong girl... She fought well but couldn't stand... There comes a time when you run out of your strength ...and ...", he took a pause to inhale, "... give up!!!...".Mr.Driver looked petrified...Mr.singh continued,
"One day when we came from outside we found her dead... She committed suicide... She left us a voicemail that she don't want to become a burden on us.. She couldn't see us being humiliated... So she went away... leaving behind just her memories..."
As he finished I found him numb... His tears had dried... and eyes closed... in pain...and only thing which was left was a grief...
And Mr.driver seemed to be damn shocked... just horrified...
Mr.Singh again started... with a hasty breathe this time...
"but we don't mourn her loss...she was our strength.. She was a symbol of our love... So I decided to fight back...to give her justice... With constant battle we were able to put those monsters back to the place... where they belonged... But it could have been easier ...My daughter could have lived only if this corrupt media would have worked for what they were supposed to... So I decided to encourage as many good young minds to become the agent of truths... With help of principal we created another branch... There we helped young minds to pursue there careers in Journalism... And there only I found her... (he pointed towards me) I guided her... And today everyone knows about her hard work... And beside she became is more like my own daughter... Probably she may not take the place as our daughter... but she reminds us of her... "
And on hearing all this I was on the verge of crying...but I couldn't... Mrs.Singh hugged me... and there was silence...
Mrs.Singh broked this silence and we started talking about recent activities... We all tried cracking some jokes... We laughed
..but behind these laughs ...somewhere I knew ...some wounds were exposed again...
And I was upset, rather, angry on Mr. Driver for asking that irrelevant question...
After some hours, I told them that we need to leave now...
It was almost five pm... And I promised them to be in contact with them forever... I took there blessings..
Mr drivers also bid adieu... Probably driver and mr.singh had become friends now... And thats a thing about friendship... it doesn't see age nor the status... It just require two like minded people willing to share all their scars and happiness together...
And I was happy suddenly...
And we left...
And I knew I was leaving... It was a sad moment for me
We came back to taxi..
"Why did you ask him about their children... why do u need to?? ", I asked him furiously...
"aee.. I wasn't aware... I found them so happy together... I considered that they must have their family.. Their children... So I asked it...as a general question.. "he said...
"okay fine.. ", I said in a pissed off tone...
After a few minutes, he asked, "where next??"...
I checked my journal...
I blushed...
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"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...