Just A Bus Ride Away
The next few hours were a breeze. They could have waited and taken an empty bus. But Baby wanted to put Tara through the gruelling travel millions of her countrymen endured every day. They took a jam- packed bus to MG market.
The sink was empty and so were the beds. “The house is so quiet, madam,” commented Baby, grabbing a broom from the kitchen balcony.
“Sahib and kids have gone camping. I am going to be free for two days. Take me somewhere… I want to go by bus …” said Tara, folding a pillow case.
Baby scowled. “But you have a car. Why do you want to travel by bus?”
“I have never travelled by bus all my life,” said Tara. “My whole life has been in cars, jeeps, bikes and aeroplanes.”
“Lucky life… I tell you,” said Baby. “Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere....where will you take me?”
“Today is Friday. I will take you to the weekly fair on MG road,” said Baby. “Are you sure you want to go? It is going to be crowded.”
“I am definitely coming. My husband and kids feel I am too fragile and naïve to be travelling by buses. I am going to prove them wrong.”
The next few hours were a breeze. They could have waited and taken an empty bus. But Baby wanted to put Tara through the gruelling travel millions of her countrymen endured every day. They took a jampacked bus to MG market. The vendors were amused at the sight of a welldressed lady with long painted nails and permed hair haggling with them. From ceramic cups, fruits and vegetables to dusting clothes, Tara bought enough stuff to fill as many as four big bags.
Tara and Baby had a thali meal in a decent restaurant. When the bill arrived, Baby tried to take a peek. Tara put the restaurant bill in her purse. “I have no money left in my purse for any more shopping, Baby, but I have enough to pay the bill.”
The next few hours... enough stuff to fill as many as four big bags.