I stared at my wristwatch that struck quarter to ten as I stepped off the train. "I am going to be late," I thought miserably. As I made my way to the taxi stand, I noticed a long queue of passengers and a non-existent one of cabs. I sighed and counted that I was tenth in the row. The rain continued to pour down with all earnestness and all eyes
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I love these spontaneous conversations that spark off, on the way, especially in a public transport. They offer such amazing perspectives.
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BTW, all bookings done :)
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Yup, I remember your story. It is truce that most of the cabbies are polite here. So much so that when a bus driver spoke sternly to me the other day, I was almost hurt. It was only after some good ten minutes that I thought of the numerous drivers of 883 that I have fought with. :)
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anyway, i stumbled out of the unfamiliar station and dialed a cab, coz there were no cabs and i was ill and confused and lost, and it was dark, and i kept babbling to the lady on the other end of the line, who calmed me down while asking me where i was and what bus stop number, etc etc.
I finally got a cabbie who thought i was shaken and upset by the death on the tracks, and kept trying to cheer me up with various random stories about the city.
So yeah, the city isnt that bad afterall. it does have heart... only you find it very rarely.
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