Hi all,
It might sound heart-breaking, a total loss in this busy world to hear me praying for a complete break-down of our automotives (the scooter or the scooty, the bike or the car whichever you possess). Isn't that? But cool down, I've no intention of putting you or even myself into trouble. Right. If not you'll disagree with me only till you have read the following:
It was just like another day, of course not a weekday but an off day from the work. With no much scenic beauty around, no casinos and no spas and no bars or pubs upto a minimum length of 60 miles, there was nothing much to do. With a heavy, bored heart, he surfed through the net and suddenly there flashed an important message from a private banker that they (he and his wife) had to meet the Accounts Manager immediately in order to settle certain pending transaction. It was the last week of the month. Every thousand was a princely sum in the bank account. And this was after all a matter of eight such thousands, sufficient enough to cheer them up.
"Hey! Here is the call we have been waiting for. Finally, they've called us for settling the transaction".
"Wow! So great of you. It wouldn't have been possible without you speaking to the Zonal Office, I know".
"Fine, let me pick the scooter and you get ready and come straight down".
"OK! Just a minute".
He reached for the space under the stairs, puulled the scooter and rolled it down through the ramp. Kicked, again kicked and now kicked for the third time, now brought it to the stand, kicked again, again and again. But why should it have started. It was all determined not to start. They were also running out of the time.
She was hurrying downstairs. She understood the whole thing. "Leave it, lets walk, otherwise we'll not be able to reach".
He left the scooter and started walking with her. They walked together. Twenty years and probably they were walking for the first time and that too together. Earlier, he had felt her only on his back, whenever, a pit came across on the road, or a speed-braker or a sudden brake to avoid dashing something. Initially, they enjoyed all this but it can not run for twenty or more years. Today, she was walking along with him and so many times they swung on each other while they sped to the bank. At places, she caught him by his shirt and at times, he had to pull her holding her wrist from the speeding and mindless traffic. They were talking, laughing, looking at each other and all this while they were walking. Her body touched his, many a times, and not even once from the back but everytime from the sides. It was a first time experience and sharing. Besides, at many points and crossroads, he had to ask her about the shops. He was not on those roads for the first time but he was on those roads for the first time on foot. He had been riding and driving for last twenty years but did not know many of the houses and the shops on the way. He was so surprised to find all those shops so close by to his house today. Actually, they were always so close to him but he had been overlooking all of them. They completed their business at the bank and again the same exotic and romantic walk began to the house.
Today, for the first time his boring weekend had become a cheerful one. They had taken three hours to get back to home. Had they had their scooter, it would have taken them not more than an hour. Within an hour, theyd have come back. But this walk took three hours and filled so much of romance back into their life that he has not called for his mechanic to set the scooter and he is waiting eagerly for the coming weekend and preparing a fool proof plan to show the cause of making another foot journey to the town. He is also thinking of wilds as his next place on coming weekend but has no reason to explain her about his foot journey.
Can we pray that he invents some reason to show her and she agrees to it?