01-05-2019, 11:33 AM
Finally kajal decided to take the chance and stood by the edge of the road waiting for some vehicle to pass by. Nothing. Zip. Not a single car or truck for about 10 minutes. Was she in the twilight zone,
That’s when kajal noticed a guy on one of those old rusty bicycles approaching from the other side. He was wearing a raincoat, and had his eyes on the road, so did not notice me immediately. kajal called out to him and he stopped. Crossed the road and came close to me.
“Hello…, my scooty has broken down and my phone isn’t working either. Do you have a cellphone on you?” .
The man pushed his hood back. He was bald and in his 60-70's. Wiped the water from his face and replied , “Cellphone? No. I don’t own a cellphone. But I am a mechanic. Want me to take a look at that scooty?”
“Oh, thank you. It will be great if you can fix it.”
He got off his bicycle, and started examining my scooty.
“Why are there no cars at all on this road?”
“It’s a pretty bad storm, Madam. Trees fallen all over. The road is shut on both the sides, about a km on the Delhi side and a couple of km on the other side. she was just cycling back home from the garage I work at. It’s just a km away.”
This did not sound good. If the road was closed both ways, how was she to get home? The man realized what she was thinking from the worried look on my face and said, “Don’t worry about the village side. They were saying it will be cleared within an hour. It’s not a very big tree, they say.”
He looked under the scooty a few times. Took the toolbox out of the side-box and puttered around. Tried to start it a few times. And then said to me, “Sorry, Madam. There is engine problem with the punchur of the silencer got damaged and we need a replace few parts. But she am a total dunce when it comes to automobiles so he might as well have said that and she wouldn’t have understood it any less.
“Alright, so can you fix it?” she asked.
“No, not here. Don’t have the tools and parts for it. But if you like, we can go to my garage. It’s just a km away. We’ll get there in no time. There’s also a phone in the garage, so you can call someone and have them pick you up.”
That sounded like the best possible option. So we set off on foot towards his garage, him dragging my scooter, and me rolling his bicycle along.
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That’s when kajal noticed a guy on one of those old rusty bicycles approaching from the other side. He was wearing a raincoat, and had his eyes on the road, so did not notice me immediately. kajal called out to him and he stopped. Crossed the road and came close to me.
“Hello…, my scooty has broken down and my phone isn’t working either. Do you have a cellphone on you?” .
The man pushed his hood back. He was bald and in his 60-70's. Wiped the water from his face and replied , “Cellphone? No. I don’t own a cellphone. But I am a mechanic. Want me to take a look at that scooty?”
“Oh, thank you. It will be great if you can fix it.”
He got off his bicycle, and started examining my scooty.
“Why are there no cars at all on this road?”
“It’s a pretty bad storm, Madam. Trees fallen all over. The road is shut on both the sides, about a km on the Delhi side and a couple of km on the other side. she was just cycling back home from the garage I work at. It’s just a km away.”
This did not sound good. If the road was closed both ways, how was she to get home? The man realized what she was thinking from the worried look on my face and said, “Don’t worry about the village side. They were saying it will be cleared within an hour. It’s not a very big tree, they say.”
He looked under the scooty a few times. Took the toolbox out of the side-box and puttered around. Tried to start it a few times. And then said to me, “Sorry, Madam. There is engine problem with the punchur of the silencer got damaged and we need a replace few parts. But she am a total dunce when it comes to automobiles so he might as well have said that and she wouldn’t have understood it any less.
“Alright, so can you fix it?” she asked.
“No, not here. Don’t have the tools and parts for it. But if you like, we can go to my garage. It’s just a km away. We’ll get there in no time. There’s also a phone in the garage, so you can call someone and have them pick you up.”
That sounded like the best possible option. So we set off on foot towards his garage, him dragging my scooter, and me rolling his bicycle along.
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