A Talk At The Bus Depot

 

Monica left me at the corner seat of a waiting area of a bus depot. she always did it that way. She would leave me there, shop things for the home, and then together we would leave for the job. She folded my walking stick and told me 'honey, I will be back. Tell me if you need to buy anything. Don't wander off. Ok'. I nodded and sat there. I could smell samosa. there must be a samosa vendor somewhere. I thought of asking Monica to buy me a samosa after she returned.

I suddenly heard wheels approaching me. it was not a bus. it was not a bike, might be a cycle. Before I could interpret what vehicle it was, I knew someone was there on my right. 

'hi,' a gentle voice spoke. A girl must be sitting on my right. but that was impossible. I was sitting on the rightmost seat.

'hi. nice to meet you' I replied.

'where are you going?' she asked me. she seemed to be a very open and cool person. 

'To Bandra. you?'

'To Poisar. What do you do there?'

'I am a radio jockey. you?

'Radio Jockey is a wonderful job. it helps us see a lot of beauty in the world. you would be getting to see a lot famous and cool people right?' I wasn't sure whether she was making fun of me or being insensitive. hadn't she observed I was blind?

'Weel, I dont think i have seen anything much beautiful in my job. just forget about seeing famous people