Of Blushes and Accidents!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Wham! A deafening sound of crunched metal. Followed by a
whoosh. Even before I can react, my head is bumped against the front seat. The
car jolts to a stop. A black veil descends and I lose my consciousness.




            Probably
only a few seconds. Cannot be more than that. Because when I open my eyes, I am
still on my seat. The cab driver struggles with the air bag. A SUV stands in
front of the cab with a dimpled rear. My head hurts and makes me dizzy. It all vaguely
comes back to me. It was all because of me. I can’t help but blame myself. If only
I’d behaved like a sensible human being. But I should probably start at the
beginning.




***




            I’d had
a very bad day. The non-consequential work related stuff but enough to make me
irritable by the time it was over. I
decided to go ahead with my long due grocery shopping with the hope of getting
at least some things done. I called the local taxi service and booked my ride.




            The taxi
driver who came to pick me up was a young guy with a very handsome face. He
smiled and greeted me with a cheerful, “Hello sunshine”, when I reached for the
door.




            I was
too distracted to properly respond. So I merely grunted something. He scowled a
little at me but kept silent otherwise. A little while later he started talking
again. He told me that he was a student of history at the University of Chicago
and had read a lot about India and was very fond of Indians. Though pleasantly
surprised I was still very far from feeling any better about it. Yet again, I grunted
in affirmative and went back to looking outside the window. He continued his
small talk while I vaguely wondered why he was flirting with me. I definitely didn’t
look like a wealthy customer to tip him generously.




            But he
caught me completely off guard by what he said next, “You are very pretty.”




            I was
taken aback. After all, it wasn’t every day that I received compliments from
handsome white men! Why, these days I rarely got any real compliment from even my
husband. Only except maybe when I was really dressed up, he hardly noticed how I
looked anymore. So in spite of everything I felt good! And I blushed!




            “Oh, you
just blushed. Didn’t you?” exclaimed he, his eyes fixed on the rear view mirror.




            I smiled
embarrassedly. It was very awkward.




            He
whirled back from his seat and said, “You really are very pretty. Will you go
on a lunch date with me? I have an hour’s break in class. I work nights so cant
invite you for dinner. Please don’t say your daddy won’t allow.”




            It was
the second shock in two minutes. Till now, I had known such drama to be
possible only in movies. It was a little unnerving to experience it in real
life. Words failed me as I looked at him. But then it struck me. Such a nice
guy he was. Sensing that my day hadn’t been so good he was just trying to cheer
me up. I was so touched by his kind behaviour.




            I smiled
and thanked him and said that I was sufficiently cheered up now. But he
insisted that he was serious about the lunch date and wasn’t merely trying to
cheer me up. Feeling a little perplexed I told him, in that case I was sorry
but I was married.




            He took
both of his hands off the steering wheel in mock frustration and at that
precise moment a silver SUV came in front of us. I screamed to draw his notice but
before he could do anything, we had hit the car.




***




            “Can I drop
you off here?” the cab driver asks.




            “What?”
I ask, still feeling a little dizzy.




         “Your
store’s round the corner. You could walk. It will take me some time to get done
with the police reports and other formalities.”




            I feel
really bad for him. “Of course I can walk but are you sure you can handle?”




            “Absolutely.
Don’t worry. You carry on.” He assures.




            I start
walking. He calls back and says, “Don’t forget the lunch date. Your husband won’t
mind, I am sure. After all, you broke my car.”




And I blush again, in spite of everything and the dizziness.





Moral of the story: Never encourage/engage your driver in
nonsense talks. You may not be lucky like me to survive without a scratch. And if
you still do, be ready to pay the price. Again, you may not be lucky like me to
get away with a lunch date with a handsome guy.






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