The Kolkata cab
11 o clock
The Kolkata streets
The air was impure with the crime dust lust pollution the most
The man standing in old denim jacket holding a glass cup of tea
He hadn't shaved his beard for like 3 months he was already spray
A look of bin laden the guy is myself amal I don't know who give me this name
But I grew up with this my uncle took care of me with his two other sons they also run taxi
Yeah I am a taxi driver I drive the Kolkata cab my uncles favourite I was a usual night
About 11 o clock I sipped the last remaining of his tea and moved back to his taxi parked around
The next corner the opened the driver's door and sat on comfortable seat he felt relief coz it was warm in there
He turned on the radio and suddenly he jumped off his seat and his heart was almost in his mouth when he saw a reflection in his rear view
Mirror the man sitting in the back seat gave no response to this but waved a note of 500. amal asked "where to, sir" just drive he said there
Was no tone in his voice it was lifeless amal thought he was a drunken rich dog he sped up his old ambassador
But a dog came out of nowhere he hit the brakes the stranger fall forward in inertia amal turned on the lights
To make sure everything's ok and the checked on passenger there was blood on his from the Stanger hand he pulled his car on the side road
And sneakily slid his hand under his seat try to look for a knife he had hidden for security purpose
Just then his feel something metal cold on his head a gun and he knew it, not so fast brother just stick your hands to
The steering wheel if u doesn't want to see your brain on that clean dashboard of your car
said the passenger with a fast and low voice,ok ok calm down I don't want any trouble I got some cash if you want you can take that and just leave the
Cab right now and I won't tell anybody his hands were shaking when amal said that he put back his gun his pocket and
Said money is not what he wants, and then what u would like me to do for u amal asked
I want u to drive me far from here, said the passenger, amal started the engine without any further questions after 20 minutes they were on the drive way
Amal wanted to calm down a bit because he knew its going to be a long journey
He holds steady his hand on the wheel and other hand on the pocket the passenger looked
Up from the seat to see what he is been up to amal also took a glance from the rear view mirror
and take out a packet of cigrate from the pocket he took a stick with the help of his mouth
And placed the packet on the dash board the passenger was still looking at him then amal picked the
Lighter from the dash board and click a flame light up the whole car for first time he cud see the face of the passenger
He was completely different from his imagination he was hardly in his 20's unshaved face weak
Small eyes like these eyes seen a lot there was a scar on his left side of face meeting the lateral side of note to chin
His ignited his stick and inhaled a big cloud of fume with his lungs
