Of all the trips a person takes in his lifetime, very few can have such an impact on one's life than being transported to a mental asylum. Especially when one is completely sane. There you sit at the traffic, watching people all around going to office, mall, school or whereever it is people keep travelling to & fro while another whole realm of reality awaits you, a few miles away.
"That's exactly what I want him to go through!" thought aloud Supriya, as she beat the eggs in a one-quart casserole.
"What?" asked Narain, looking up from his morning newspaper. "You seem to be murmuring quite often these days Supree. Whatever is the matter with you?"
"Oh nothing, here comes your breakfast" said Supriya hastily tossing the omlette alongside the waiting toast. She quickly added the bowl of fruit sitting ready on the tray and placed them in front of her husband.Giving a quick apologetic smile she walked towards the refrigerator to get out his customary fruit juice. Narain stared after her wondering about the sudden change he was witnessing in his wife.
Supriya bought him his juice and quietly moved on to watering the flowers her thoughts still lingering on Sujay. She felt no pity on him, on his abrupt journey to adulthood filled with drugs & affairs, broken marriage & alcoholism. "It would be easier to kill him but to send him to a funny farm will effectuate the punishment he rightly deserves" she thought smugly.
She did'nt notice Narain finish his breakfast, leave the table and walk towards the door. He stopped and looked back to see if his wife would give him a parting glance. But he seemed to have lost Supriya to the withering croton bed.
"Whatever could have got into Supriya?" wondered Narain, walking towards his car in the basement. He tried to recollect as to when he started noticing the apparent change in his otherwise cheerful wife. The dark gathering clouds dulled his mood further.
Meanwhile Supriya blissfully unware of the turmoils Narain was going through, switched on the music system. With "Sweet child of mine" blaring in the background she turned her thoughts to plotting new ways of sending Sujay to his doom. But what if he prefered being fenced inside the sanatorium, constrained by regimes and enjoyed the cult of work therapy?
........to be continued
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
What's your International Dining Etiquette Quotient?
Dining etiquette quotient? huh, Now what's dat?
The world has sure shrunk and cross cultural awareness has reached the dining table. So lets go beyond the cut-chew-swallow basics and look at some dining ettiquettes around the world, shall we?
Dining Etiquette in Germany
- It is good etiquette to remain standing until shown where to sit.
- Table manners are continental - fork in left hand and knife in right.
- Do not begin eating until the host signals to do so. It is bad etiquette to rest elbows on the table.
- Try and cut food with the fork as it compliments the cook by showing it is tender.
- Everything should be eaten on the plate.
- Indicate you have finished by lying the fork and knife parallel across the right hand side of the plate.
Dining Etiquette in Japan: - The guest of honour sits at the centre of the table furthest from the door and begins first.
- Learn to eat with chopsticks [no pointing with them, dont pierce food with them] place them on the chopstick rest when taking a break.
- It is good etiquette to try a bit of everything and keep the conversation is subdued.
Dining Etiquette in Turkey:
- Meals are a social affair. Conversations are animate and loud.
- The head of the family or honoured guest is served first.
- It is good etiquette to insist the most senior is served first instead of you.
- Asking for more helpings is considered as compliment.
- If taken to a restaurant, Turkish dining etiquette has strict rules that the one who extended the invitation must pay.
Dining Etiquette in the USA:
- The fork is held in the right hand and is used for eating.
- To use the knife, the fork is switched to the left hand. To continue eating, the fork is switched back to the right hand.
- If you are more comfortable eating in the Continental manner it will not offend anyone.
- Foods or drinks can be refused without causing offense.
- Many foods are eaten by hand.
Dining Etiquette in the Middle East:
- Guests are honoured with prime choice of meats.
- Eaten with right hand only.
- Meat is torn by holding down the piece against the dish and ripping off a desired amount with forefinger and thumb pressed together. Rice is scooped up.
- Do not be afraid of making a mess.
- If you are finished leave food on your plate otherwise it will be filled immediately.
- It is proper etiquette to compliment the host on the food and his hospitality
Dining Etiquette in India:
- Guest of honour is given the prime seat else the host takes the seat.
- Food is eaten mostly with the right hand.
- Roti (Indian bread); Meat is eaten with hands. And the spoon is saved for rice & desserts.
- If you are finished leave food on your plate otherwise it will be filled immediately.
- Burping is not considered rude and is taken as a sign that you have enjoyed your meal.
- Compliment the host on the food and his hospitality.
Now take this quiz on ettiquette and see if you are ready to jetset -
http://www.fekids.com/img/kln/flash/DontGrossOutTheWorld.swf
The world has sure shrunk and cross cultural awareness has reached the dining table. So lets go beyond the cut-chew-swallow basics and look at some dining ettiquettes around the world, shall we?
Dining Etiquette in Germany
- It is good etiquette to remain standing until shown where to sit.
- Table manners are continental - fork in left hand and knife in right.
- Do not begin eating until the host signals to do so. It is bad etiquette to rest elbows on the table.
- Try and cut food with the fork as it compliments the cook by showing it is tender.
- Everything should be eaten on the plate.
- Indicate you have finished by lying the fork and knife parallel across the right hand side of the plate.
Dining Etiquette in Japan: - The guest of honour sits at the centre of the table furthest from the door and begins first.
- Learn to eat with chopsticks [no pointing with them, dont pierce food with them] place them on the chopstick rest when taking a break.
- It is good etiquette to try a bit of everything and keep the conversation is subdued.
Dining Etiquette in Turkey:
- Meals are a social affair. Conversations are animate and loud.
- The head of the family or honoured guest is served first.
- It is good etiquette to insist the most senior is served first instead of you.
- Asking for more helpings is considered as compliment.
- If taken to a restaurant, Turkish dining etiquette has strict rules that the one who extended the invitation must pay.
Dining Etiquette in the USA:
- The fork is held in the right hand and is used for eating.
- To use the knife, the fork is switched to the left hand. To continue eating, the fork is switched back to the right hand.
- If you are more comfortable eating in the Continental manner it will not offend anyone.
- Foods or drinks can be refused without causing offense.
- Many foods are eaten by hand.
Dining Etiquette in the Middle East:
- Guests are honoured with prime choice of meats.
- Eaten with right hand only.
- Meat is torn by holding down the piece against the dish and ripping off a desired amount with forefinger and thumb pressed together. Rice is scooped up.
- Do not be afraid of making a mess.
- If you are finished leave food on your plate otherwise it will be filled immediately.
- It is proper etiquette to compliment the host on the food and his hospitality
Dining Etiquette in India:
- Guest of honour is given the prime seat else the host takes the seat.
- Food is eaten mostly with the right hand.
- Roti (Indian bread); Meat is eaten with hands. And the spoon is saved for rice & desserts.
- If you are finished leave food on your plate otherwise it will be filled immediately.
- Burping is not considered rude and is taken as a sign that you have enjoyed your meal.
- Compliment the host on the food and his hospitality.
Now take this quiz on ettiquette and see if you are ready to jetset -
http://www.fekids.com/img/kln/flash/DontGrossOutTheWorld.swf
Monday, November 06, 2006
Its November!!
My first post in november comes late by a week. So wats magical about November to award it a complete post by itself? Well if you ask me, nothing special at all.
Just thought I'll start my first post-for-the-month by listing a few unusual "days" for the month. But a little research tells you that we are going to practically be celebrating most of the days in November. Yippee!
So we have :
- Hug a Bear day! on Nov 7th
- Pickle Appreciation day
- Leftovers Day (followed but-obviously by..)
- Throw leftovers Day
- Forget-me-not Day comes on the Nov 10th
- Childrens day in India is celebrated on the 14th of Nov
- America Recyles Day falls on November 15th
- World Hello Day
- Pencil Day
- Toothpast day
- Saturday November 25th 2006 is "Buy Nothing Day"
..whew!, and so the list goes on. Oh! ofcourse, there are also the - Thanksgiving & Guy Fawkes days & Guru Nanak's Birthday. So its going to be a busy month ahead.
Wishing you all in advance a "Happy Sandwich Day" :D
Monday, October 30, 2006
[Short Verse] Coffee
Am back home, tired and weary
So has it travelled miles, the coffee berry
Seeds of coffee, blended, mixed, & filtered
Aroma of which, makes my mind careen unfettered
Swirl a little storm, dark & brown
And leaving behind a smile, is my frown
So has it travelled miles, the coffee berry
Seeds of coffee, blended, mixed, & filtered
Aroma of which, makes my mind careen unfettered
Swirl a little storm, dark & brown
And leaving behind a smile, is my frown
Friday, October 27, 2006
[Verse] For I Am 'Me'
U may…
Think not like me
Don’t say….
How it is supposed to be
Please,
Try not to judge me
Pray…
Set your thoughts free
Let me be
For I am ‘Me’
Think not like me
Don’t say….
How it is supposed to be
Please,
Try not to judge me
Pray…
Set your thoughts free
Let me be
For I am ‘Me’
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
All you need to know to take a trip to Pondicherry
Visited this awesome place called Pondicherry about a month or so ago. It was a memorable trip indeed and it had all to do with the place. Won't rave more about Pondy as there are umpteen websites & blogs which do the same. Will instead give all details need to take a drive to Pondy.
Destination: Bangalore-Pondicherry Route
Bangalore-Hosur-Krishnagiri- Chengam-Tiruvannamalai-Gingee-Tindivanam-Pondicherry
Distance 340 km
At Krishnagiri take a left leading towards Chennai and within about half a km you got to take an immediate right. Keep a lookout for the sign else you can miss it.
Why drive?:
The roads are fantastic, well maintained and not much of traffic. Better than going via Chennai.
Enroute Stopovers
Tiruvanamalai is a holy town replete with ashrams, temples & holy mountains. The gigantic Arunachalam Mountain makes an awesome view. Chenji Fort falls between Tiruvannamalai & Tindivanam and is worth a brief stopover.
Fuel Stations
Hosur, Krishnagiri, Chengam, Tiruvannamalai, Tindivanam
Hotels & Restrooms
The drive is not very long nor very tedious hence one stop for lunch/breakfast should suffice. No hotels or eateries like Kamat's Yatri Nivas are available but a number of small time restaurants within these townships will do. HP petrol pumps have clean restrooms.
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Places to stay in Pondy
St. James court Beach Resort
This is a pleasant and peaceful beach resort located along the coastal line of bay of Bengal on the East Coast Road 9 km. out side Pondicherry Town. St. James court is an ideal Place for Holidaying peacefully. Situated on the seashore in a sprawling land space of 3.5 acres. St. James court Beach resort has spacious, Exotic twin Luxurious cottages with Air conditioner, Colour TV, Refrigerator, Telephones and all comforts for the maximum luxury. Trained personnel engaged to express the synonym of extreme hospitality and give personalized service for complete satisfaction.
Location
Situated 9 kms from Pondicherry City on the New East Coast Road leading Chennai, 11 kms from Pondicherry Bus stand and Railway Station, 4 kms from Auriville an International Town ship, 136 kms from Chennai.
Accommodation and Facilities
Air conditioned twin cottages, Money Changer, Telephones, Safety Deposit Lockers, Satellite channels, 24 hours Hot Water, Round the Clock Room Service, In House Laundry, Children play area, Games, Beach Sports & other Entertainment, Banquet Hall for Conferences & Parties Travel Agent.
Dining
Multicusine Restaurant serving Indian, Chinese and French Foods. Open air Restaurant for Tandoori & Mughulai Foods. Cosy Bar.
Price: Luxury cottages at Rs. 1000 (single), Rs. 1195 (double). Others at Rs. 900 (single), Rs. 1150 (double).
Tel: 0413 - 655174, 655275
Deluxe Room - 1250 - - Tax As app.
Mini Suite - 1800 - - Tax As app.
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HOTEL JAYARAM is a decent and economic hotel
Adyar ananda bhavan hotel(named A2B) offers tasty food at attractive prices
Park Guest House has 80 rooms, with each a distinctive name (”Harmony”, “Surrender”, etc.) Most rooms with balcony are facing directly the sea, overlooking a beautiful garden.
Breakfast and lunch available. Laundry service and bicycles for rent.
Price: Rs. 150 - 200 (non a/c) and 600-800 (a/c's)
Address: 1, Goubert Avenue, Pondicherry - 605001
Phone: 2334412
Fax: 2344412
Email: parkgh@sriaurobindoashram.org
Office Hours: 8.00 am - 12.00 noon, 2.00 pm - 5.00 pm
[We stayed at Park Guest House. Its a nice place & they have a canteen type facility too. But the place comes with its own reservations. No staying out longer than 10:30, no food available after 7:00 and they dont entertain telephone reservations nor emails. Take the A/c rooms, non-a/c's keep you awake all night fighting mosquitoes.]
* International Guest House with 50 rooms is centrally situated.
Serves breakfast, does laundry.
* Cottage Guest House has 35 mostly simple rooms.
Budget Hotels
Executive Inn (AC) 11-suite hotel
Diningroom available.
Price: Rs. 800.
Tel: 0413 - 224422, 330929
* Fillo Hotel (AC) has a vegetarian and non-vegetarian restaurant and a bar.
Price: Rs. 150 - 400.
Tel: 0413 - 339427
Hotel Jayarampondicherry tourism
* Hotel Jayaram with 55 satellite TV rooms and suites.
Price: Rs. 350 - 800.
Tel: 0413 - 227191
* Hotel Ram International with satellite TV rooms and suites.
Price: Rs.250 - 625
Tel: 0413 - 337230 (7 lines)
* Red Carpet Residence has furnished service appartments.
Price: Call them for price.
Tel: 0413 - 251253, 341812, 253321, 251207
* Sooriya International has 3 restaurants.
Price: Rs. 400 - 750.
Tel: 0413 - 336856, 227485 (9 lines)
* Surguru with Anugraha restaurant
Price: Rs. 410 - 770
Tel: 0413 - 339022 (5 lines), 227290 (7 lines)
Kasha Ki Aasha, 23 Surcouf Street near the French Lycee - Best Breakfast
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What to see
1. Manakula vinayagar temple
2. Varadharaja perumal temple.
3. Vedhapureeswarar temple
4. City beach
5. Auroville beach
6. Auroville matrimandir
7. Chunnambar boat house(MUST SEE).
8. Port passage.
9. Sunday market
10. Folk Dance on the Beach Road Boulevard
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Citibank ATM
L.B S Street
Pondicherry
Mon-Fri - 10:00 A.m - 6:00P.m
Satday - 10:00a.m - 2:00p.m
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[Short Story] Wheels of Discovery
It had been a hot afternoon for August. The windows of the car had been rolled down to freely admit the cool breeze accompanying the dying sun. The campus was lush green amidst the glass buildings & rows of indicabs lined up neatly along the tarmac awaiting their first set of passengers.
“Nagappa, have you got a bottle there?” hollered Raju, walking up to him.
Nagappa sat upright inside his cab and readjusted the seat into an upright position. “Nann Magane, so soon you are looking for a bottle eh?” he smirked picking up the half filled Bisleri bottle from the back seat and handed it over to him.
Gulping down the warm water thirstily he fumed,“ They are going to be changing the routes once more. This new manager guy is no good. Ravi, our 895 (cab no.) was saying that security guards would soon be accompanying us in every trip we make. Baddi nann maga, one stray incident and they think we all are murderers.”
Nagappa digested this new piece of information without offering any comments. Tagging a security guard would mean no more adjustment of kilometers and that mean no more of extra income. He had a lot of thinking to do, especially since Chetan’s tuition fees were due for this month.
“Ae 4356, come here”
“Lo, there comes the call for you from that bloody idiot. Okay Maga, I got to pick up another brat from Tilak Nagar. Baap re, the pot holes over there! See you later” signed off Raju.
Nagappa, walked over towards the guy impatiently shuffling on his feet at the transport counter. Sharma the new transport manager briefed him - “You got to drop two girls now – one at RT Nagar & another at Yeshwantpur. They are new trainees so take a note of their places while dropping them today. This would be regular drop at 10 p.m. everyday now onwards. Any questions?” Muttering to himself he picked up the trip sheet assigned and walked back to his car. He noticed that the passenger seat had already been occupied.
Sliding into the driver’s seat he customarily looked into the rear view mirror and was taken aback. Not a person given to subtleties, he turned around abruptly to confirm his vision. She seemed to be shell shocked too and both of them were just staring at each other. Before he could utter a word the other girl with a short crop sitting next to her spoke up “Driver, Go to R T Nagar first.” Her words jolted him back to reality, leaving him confounded. Swallowing hard he turned back & started the car. This was unexpected and completely unplanned for.
The car slithered down the driveway & joined the traffic while his mind was still trying to make up as to how he should be reacting. He looked at her once again through the rear view mirror. She was looking at him apprehensively like a wary deer ready to sprint at the first instance of a sound. The other girl chatted on oblivious to the tension in the air. “Hey isn’t the training room awesome. And the pantry looked like it’s a mini restaurant. I love the place.” She didn’t reply.
Sudden honking of vehicles behind made Nagappa jump and he noticed he had blocked a free left. The signal changed to green thankfully and he throttled the car angrily. “What is this? Some kind of a joke? How was one supposed to react when he had to chauffer his own daughter? He shot up an angry glance at the mirror again. “Sharma said this is to be a regular pickup. Of course this meant she has taken up a job here. Oh! Look at the cheek of her. Sitting smugly out there. This is all because of her mother’s lenience. If only I wasn’t fooled to allowing her to go to college. Wait till I get her home. She had it from me today.” Anger boiled inside him.
“Take a right here,” said the other girl. Ten minutes later they were in front of a well lit building that seemed to house a well to do family. His daughter’s friend scribbled a signature on the sheet he offered and jumped out of the car waving good-byes & with a promise to meet his daughter tomorrow. It unruffled him a little that his daughter should have befriended such a girl and was completely at ease about it. Without looking at her direction he started the engine.
“Appa,” it was almost a whisper. He didn’t answer nor look up but his anger flared immediately. Who ever thought this cheek of a girl would do this. “Appa, am sorry.” she reluctantly spoke again.
He ignored her. “If this had been Chetan instead?” wished his mind but that would have made me so proud! This girl did not even have a courtesy to tell me about her job. She has all the arrogant traits of her mother. Elders are absolutely right. Give these women a little space and they end up dancing over my head.
Almost reading his thoughts she continued “Appa, I wanted to give you the good news of me getting a job in the evening. I did tell you about my interview in the morning while I gave you coffee but I think you didn’t hear me.”
“Huh” Nagappa thought hard “Was it she who made the coffee? Anyway what difference does it make.”
There was an uncomfortable silence while the car negotiated its way through the evening traffic. “Appa, they have offered me a job as a junior financial analyst with a pay of 12000 p.m. but Appa I wouldn’t continue if you don’t like it. ” She hurriedly went on to complete the sentence.
“Twelve thousand rupees!” With a sharp involuntary intake of breath he looked at her again. “Why would they pay a girl that much?” he thought. “Twelve thousand rupees! Enough for Chetan’s three month fee’s and for the urgent repairs the house needed.” He immediately hated himself for banking on his daughter’s money.
“Oh! Chenna keshava what did I do for you to show me this day?” A silent lament escaped him.
They entered the familiar area of barely lit street, of row houses and of dingy shops. He slowed the car & drove without honking loudly as he usually did and finally came to a silent stop in front of their house. He mutely handed her the trip sheet and tried to look as indifferent as possible. Almost mentally alienating her far from his world as possible. She took it with trembling hands her head bent and slowly filled the form. He saw her writing her name in full – Chaitra H. Nagappa and signing it eloquently.
An intense indescribable feeling spread across him, blurring his eyes “Appa, won’t you come in?” she asked meekly. He looked up and saw a reflection of his eyes in his daughter’s face. Had I even noticed this before?
He smiled weakly and said, “ Neenu hogamma, I got two more trips to make.”
She got out and watched as the car reversed & the rear window with its gaudy sticker in bold white saying “Chetan” slowly fading its way out of the street.
“Nagappa, have you got a bottle there?” hollered Raju, walking up to him.
Nagappa sat upright inside his cab and readjusted the seat into an upright position. “Nann Magane, so soon you are looking for a bottle eh?” he smirked picking up the half filled Bisleri bottle from the back seat and handed it over to him.
Gulping down the warm water thirstily he fumed,“ They are going to be changing the routes once more. This new manager guy is no good. Ravi, our 895 (cab no.) was saying that security guards would soon be accompanying us in every trip we make. Baddi nann maga, one stray incident and they think we all are murderers.”
Nagappa digested this new piece of information without offering any comments. Tagging a security guard would mean no more adjustment of kilometers and that mean no more of extra income. He had a lot of thinking to do, especially since Chetan’s tuition fees were due for this month.
“Ae 4356, come here”
“Lo, there comes the call for you from that bloody idiot. Okay Maga, I got to pick up another brat from Tilak Nagar. Baap re, the pot holes over there! See you later” signed off Raju.
Nagappa, walked over towards the guy impatiently shuffling on his feet at the transport counter. Sharma the new transport manager briefed him - “You got to drop two girls now – one at RT Nagar & another at Yeshwantpur. They are new trainees so take a note of their places while dropping them today. This would be regular drop at 10 p.m. everyday now onwards. Any questions?” Muttering to himself he picked up the trip sheet assigned and walked back to his car. He noticed that the passenger seat had already been occupied.
Sliding into the driver’s seat he customarily looked into the rear view mirror and was taken aback. Not a person given to subtleties, he turned around abruptly to confirm his vision. She seemed to be shell shocked too and both of them were just staring at each other. Before he could utter a word the other girl with a short crop sitting next to her spoke up “Driver, Go to R T Nagar first.” Her words jolted him back to reality, leaving him confounded. Swallowing hard he turned back & started the car. This was unexpected and completely unplanned for.
The car slithered down the driveway & joined the traffic while his mind was still trying to make up as to how he should be reacting. He looked at her once again through the rear view mirror. She was looking at him apprehensively like a wary deer ready to sprint at the first instance of a sound. The other girl chatted on oblivious to the tension in the air. “Hey isn’t the training room awesome. And the pantry looked like it’s a mini restaurant. I love the place.” She didn’t reply.
Sudden honking of vehicles behind made Nagappa jump and he noticed he had blocked a free left. The signal changed to green thankfully and he throttled the car angrily. “What is this? Some kind of a joke? How was one supposed to react when he had to chauffer his own daughter? He shot up an angry glance at the mirror again. “Sharma said this is to be a regular pickup. Of course this meant she has taken up a job here. Oh! Look at the cheek of her. Sitting smugly out there. This is all because of her mother’s lenience. If only I wasn’t fooled to allowing her to go to college. Wait till I get her home. She had it from me today.” Anger boiled inside him.
“Take a right here,” said the other girl. Ten minutes later they were in front of a well lit building that seemed to house a well to do family. His daughter’s friend scribbled a signature on the sheet he offered and jumped out of the car waving good-byes & with a promise to meet his daughter tomorrow. It unruffled him a little that his daughter should have befriended such a girl and was completely at ease about it. Without looking at her direction he started the engine.
“Appa,” it was almost a whisper. He didn’t answer nor look up but his anger flared immediately. Who ever thought this cheek of a girl would do this. “Appa, am sorry.” she reluctantly spoke again.
He ignored her. “If this had been Chetan instead?” wished his mind but that would have made me so proud! This girl did not even have a courtesy to tell me about her job. She has all the arrogant traits of her mother. Elders are absolutely right. Give these women a little space and they end up dancing over my head.
Almost reading his thoughts she continued “Appa, I wanted to give you the good news of me getting a job in the evening. I did tell you about my interview in the morning while I gave you coffee but I think you didn’t hear me.”
“Huh” Nagappa thought hard “Was it she who made the coffee? Anyway what difference does it make.”
There was an uncomfortable silence while the car negotiated its way through the evening traffic. “Appa, they have offered me a job as a junior financial analyst with a pay of 12000 p.m. but Appa I wouldn’t continue if you don’t like it. ” She hurriedly went on to complete the sentence.
“Twelve thousand rupees!” With a sharp involuntary intake of breath he looked at her again. “Why would they pay a girl that much?” he thought. “Twelve thousand rupees! Enough for Chetan’s three month fee’s and for the urgent repairs the house needed.” He immediately hated himself for banking on his daughter’s money.
“Oh! Chenna keshava what did I do for you to show me this day?” A silent lament escaped him.
They entered the familiar area of barely lit street, of row houses and of dingy shops. He slowed the car & drove without honking loudly as he usually did and finally came to a silent stop in front of their house. He mutely handed her the trip sheet and tried to look as indifferent as possible. Almost mentally alienating her far from his world as possible. She took it with trembling hands her head bent and slowly filled the form. He saw her writing her name in full – Chaitra H. Nagappa and signing it eloquently.
An intense indescribable feeling spread across him, blurring his eyes “Appa, won’t you come in?” she asked meekly. He looked up and saw a reflection of his eyes in his daughter’s face. Had I even noticed this before?
He smiled weakly and said, “ Neenu hogamma, I got two more trips to make.”
She got out and watched as the car reversed & the rear window with its gaudy sticker in bold white saying “Chetan” slowly fading its way out of the street.
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