An auto journey

It's 7.30 in the evening and I just woke up. Guess why??? That's because I was stuck at our college's ECA drama trials and my god! one whole day i.e. literally 24 hours of bad acting has now depressed me!!
I got myself a RS 69/- worth of some fancy Snickers, that seems to be my only motivation to live apparently.

Yesterday I reached for the auditions at 1PM... know why?? Because I went shopping. Not so unusual. I Went shopping the day before too. And the last week, and the week before that. I need to stop.
Delhi is a pain when it comes to the auto rickshaws! However I can't help recalling an incident. One evening I was returning home from college. I got off at the Pragati Maidan Metro Station instead of the usual Rajiv or Patel Chowk, as my boyfriend had suggested me to do so as it was cheaper and faster. Anyway, as usual, my luck betrayed me; and there was not one auto who has ready to go to GK2 and those who were, were asking for frigging high fares. Finally I met an elderly Surd Auto driver, his rates were high but still acceptable, I was kinda running low on time and patience so I agreed upon the fare and sat in the auto.



So now this Auto uncle started chatting me up, he asked my name and what do I do and the sorts. One doesn't usually talk to auto drivers and the guy was overtly friendly and sweet and surprising he spoke impeccable English.Being a lone girl, I was on my guard initially and was a little cynical in my replies. But there was something in that old man that warmed my heart. His voice was so melancholy and gentle.
We kept chit chatting. And suddenly he said I resembled "someone" he had lost in his life. On normal circumstances I would considered it one of the most ridiculous pick up lines or just something which is plain creepy. However this time, call me emotional and plain stupid if you want to, I ...though I felt uncomfortable, I believed him. After talking for a few more minutes I figured the old man had lost someone who was young, now I couldn't make out if it was his daughter or grand daughter or the sorts. He told me the moment he saw me he wanted me to sit in his Auto. This time I really did freak out a bit. I thought maybe the poor dude is just plain crazy or is barking mad. But there did reflect a strange sense of honestly and truth, and it was impossible to ignore.
I made an extra effort to be nice to him, knowing, this in all probability is the last time I'll ever see him, and even if there is a slight possibility that he might be making all this up or is simply disturbed it was just an Auto ride after all. But frankly I was caught up in his words and I believed him, I tried to be unattached and indifferent but I couldn't help it.
We reached GK2 market, I hopped out and with a sorry face & offered him more money, he shook his head and refused it. he pulled me close and gave me a soft kiss on my head and wished me the best in my life, the second he let go off me I quickly started walking away and didn't look back, not because I was scared of him not because he had hugged me and kissed me but simply because people saw a poor rickshaw wala hugging a girl and I didn't want that to happen. I was embarrassed because some random people who barely matter to me would judge me and look at me. Being the self obsessed person that I am , this was one of the few times I was filled with rage and anger for myself. I couldn't believe that I acted in such a petty and ruthless manner. my treatment towards him was despicable.
You are entitled to your own opinions but I know that guy was one honest fellow, he was sentimental and vulnerable and I could have easily asked him to shut up but I didn't.
I know that guy remembers me just like I remember him and I am glad I met him.