Tired, I walk down the stairs of the public bridge after reaching Santacruz station. I hunt for auto-rickshaws outside.
“Bhaiyya Vakola.”
“Nahi!”
After several futile attempts, I give up. Finally, a girl walks straight to auto and bends a little forward, exhibiting her cleavages.
“Vakola.”
*No reactions from the Autodriver*
She bends even further. Few auto drivers easily succumbo such acts even though they hamustravel back alone. But this guy displayed no reaction at all. The girl was annoyed. I stood there watching all this. My encounters with the Vakola Autowallahs have been miserable.
Soon he said No to her. The girl went ahead and did the same trick, and the driver said yes to her.
But the auto driver who refused the girl earlier came forward to give me a lift. Why would an auto driver come forward and ask me? I stood there thinking for a moment. My past experiences with the Vakola Auto drivers were not good. There was something fishy, I thought.
Was he gay? I thought for a while. But at that moment I just wanted to go back home. So I avoided him during the journey and reached home at 11 pm.
Luckily I never had to walk back home like I did last time.
