A Panther's Curse

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"TAXI," boomed a loud voice at last, as the dejected eighteen year old boy stood on the footpath in heavy rains with an umbrella in one hand and heavy law books and commentaries in the other.

The boy turned around to thank the owner of the strong booming voice but much to his dismay, he found himself alone in the vicinity; alone except for a few stray dogs who seemed to have calmed down after their continuous barking and crying for ten minutes about the same time he stepped on the footpath to look for a cab.

The screech sound caused by the rough fancy looking tyres of the kaali peeli (taxi) pulled him out of his reverie as he looked at the driver's questioning glance. The boy quickly opened the door and sat in the back seat not even sparing a look to his right.

"Take me to the Library," the boy told the driver.

The driver sent a confusing look in his direction which the slim built boy ignored. The driver pulled the taxi back in the main road but was going in the opposite direction of the Library. At the same time, the stranger to his right decided to clear his throat announcing his presence to the boy oblivious of his surroundings.

The boy jumped at the sound quite startled at the presence of another person in his cab. He looked to his right and found a dusky middle-aged man sitting beside him. He was clothed in white creased shirt which was tucked out of his black trouser from one side, a black leather briefcase on his lap and a blazer slung over his shoulder. A look at him would be enough to conclude that he was a worn out lawyer.

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#18 in breaksterotypes
#36 in legal

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