Saturday, March 22, 2014

‘Yeh din mein kabhi nahi bhulunga madamji.’

I saw the driver trying to catch a glimpse of me in the rear-view mirror.
It was around 7 in the morning. At the apartment in Hauz Khas where I had been staying in Delhi for the past few days, I was all set to head home to Bangalore, my suitcase packed.The cab I had booked - the capital’s trademark black and green taxi - would arrive any moment. I had asked for three cup chai to be made.
As soon as I got the missed call from the driver, I went down the stairs with two cups of tea. One of them, I handed to the security guard who had been on night duty, and the other to Nareshji, whose name I had asked the night before while booking. ‘Chai peejiye, phir chalengey airport,’ I told him.