Last night I stayed till late in the office.
An important client meeting came up in the evening which kept the entire team occupied. The client had panicked over a minor issue. But the discussions lasted for more than three hours. By the time the meeting ended and we got out of the meeting room it was almost ten in the night.
Tired and weary, I walked up to the window and peered outside into the night.
Even though it was dark I could see that it had started raining. Yellow beams emerging from the cars’ headlamps revealed thousands of raindrops dancing against a dark background. Downward light cones from the street-lights illuminated the raindrops as if they were wild insects, buzzing here and there in the wayward wind.
It looked dreamy, the play of the lights and the raindrops floating in the breeze. But it was getting late. So I returned to my desk and started packing my things. In between, I also kept on checking on Uber. Owing to the rains, it usually becomes difficult to find Cabs. After trying for a few times, I decided to go downstairs and also look for an Auto Rickshaw for a ride back home.
Outside the drizzle had assumed a soft rhythm, powdery rain, soft on my face. As it was late, there were only a few people on the road. I looked around but I couldn’t spot a single Auto around me. It really got late, I cursed under my breath. I checked my mobile again. There was still no cab booking confirmation. And to add to my misery, I noticed, the phone battery had come down to an alarming four percent!
Now I started getting a little worried. If the phone battery died before I could find the cab then I would have to walk all the way up to the highway to find any way of finding a ride back to home. Worse I would get stranded. I refreshed the Uber app, turned off the screen, and resumed walking a bit faster. Leaving it to luck now.
After around five minutes, the phone buzzed.
There was a notification of a booking confirmation. I immediately took out a pen and a diary from my bag and noted down the Cab License Plate number. I also copied the driver’s phone number. Then I called him up and confirmed the location in one breath. “My phone battery is almost dead,” I then added just to confirm in case if he calls me again. “I got it, sir,” he replied, “I’ll come by the bus stop outside the exit gate of the mall.” Then after a short pause asked, “And where will be your drop, sir?”
I hesitated a moment and then said, “Viman Nagar.” The driver promptly replied “Ok sir. I will reach in five minutes.” before disconnecting the call.
He did reach in five minutes, and I slipped into the passenger seat. My phone was still hanging on at two percent. But instead of being happy at finally finding a ride, I felt a layer of uneasiness blanketing over me.
I had lied to the driver…
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