Story So Far!
At Dadar West, the taxi drivers had made it almost impossible to get out of the railway station, and the way they kept the taxi cabs made sure that no one could get away without being filtered through their cabs! Johan got into one and its driver was in a hurry to take it forward. He started off as if he did not care a damn about Johan at all or his demeanors implied that he would have driven off even if Johan did not board that cab.“Santacruz, near Vakola Bridge” Johan said softly, while adjusting his pain-stricken body to the old, pale looking rear seat. Those words did not make any difference to the driver as he returned neither an acknowledging nod nor a doubtful ‘this-way-or-that-way-saab type stare. He drove forward as if he knew the place even if Johan did not say anything. As the car found its way through the crowded street, many people had waved their hands in front of the cab to stop, but the driver ignored most of them and showed a ‘No deal’ to another few.
Johan did not initiate any conversation further and the driver was not in a mood to speak either. The driver had already proven the harsh side of him and what Johan liked in him was only his speedy driving. In between, he was speaking on his mobile phone, using his mother tongue in an anxious way, whenever the cab was stuck due to a traffic clot.
As Vakola Bridge appeared from a distance, Johan prepared himself to get out. ‘Signal ke aage right mein rukha dena” he directe the driver and slowly dragged himself to the door. Again there was no response returned from the driver and what he did was exactly contradictory as he turned the car towards left and took a sharp turn towards Kalina. ‘Are you deaf’ Johan yelled, hitting on the front seat. Shockingly, the driver did not even look back and the car was not stopped! ‘Stop the car’ he shouted again and grabbed the driver’s collar! In the mirror, in the rearview, he saw an ambulance behind the taxi!
Will continue...
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