![]() ![]() As we rode the scooty on the way Anshu told me something she had been trying to say since the two boys stopped by. I offered them that let me and Anshu drive one of their scooty to go to the garage and they ride in one. So now the tall slim guy told us to sit one in each of the back seats of the 2 scooters. Plus we didn’t have any two-wheeler app in the town at that time in town. Now we too had to go to the garage but walking was something we were too tired to do. One of the guys went to the nearest garage and got a guy to push it and take it there. There were four boys with 2 scooters and 1 bike. Of the two new guys who came in, one of them told: “We need to take the scooty to the garage the battery has some issue in it”. Anshu was a little calmer in case of safety which again was suspicious. Though all of them were helping I remained alarmed. By the time two more guys came in and now I was scared to see so many guys on this deserted road. My dad was out of station so handling maa (mother)was easier but in Anshu’s place her parents and Shubra di (her elder sister) were at home and it was getting tough with time to manage them. By this time we were flooded with calls from our home. While talking also I could feel an uncomfortable air around. So finally that friend asked this tall guy to pick him up and get him there. He explained the situation to his friend in return to which that friend told this tall guy to try some measure but none worked. They too tried to kick start the scooty and when both of them failed in it the taller guy told us “ I have a friend who is mechanic, let me call him” we both friends agreed happily to the generosity. They helped us with utter selfl e ssness. W ith him was a tiny man with a cap who helped me imagine how a mini Himesh Reshamiya of Tera Suroor would look like. One of the two guy s who was driving was tall, little brownish in colour, overall an average looking guy. It felt like " Why this situation had to come?"īeing calm and patient we started to push the scooty when two stranger men stopped their bike and asked us what happened ? T o which I thought in mind “ just looking how it feels to roll scooty in an empty road in a late evening” but this was too rude and selfish a reply so perhaps I replied respectfully “ O ur scooty got down while we were driving and now it's not starting”. See we have been through this situation may it be the school farewell, may it be any sibling going away for future goals, may it be our college farewell or many such scenarios. And until today whenever we recall that moment our eyes get moist. How we had waved that final bye to our parents and turned back to cry harder than ever. We knew at that time that this step was for our good yet that night before leaving, every corner of the house felt dearer. With goals and heart who follows his destiny and designs tattoos. Like, remember how we all came out of our shelters to become something in life? Showing all 1 items Jump to: Summaries (1) Summaries. The breathlessness is suffocating.Įvery place that we were comfortable, we got out of that to achieve something more. Like we were happy at a place or not maybe, yet when it's the time to bid a farewell we feel so heavy at heart. Goodbyes are among the world's toughest moments. ![]()
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