After eating up the last paratha dipped in tea, my father and I set out at 5.25 in the morning to catch the bus I intended to take for my college at the bus stop which was 20 kms away. Yes, it was hard. It was hard to drive all along the way with big trailers and loaded trucks running furiously with competition heavy on their mind. Sometimes, even after repeated clearing, the windshield would become foggy in rain and in chilly mornings due to which we would've to slow down, for the loud & sudden thud of fear in our hearts always compelled us to drive at less speed even on highways.
It's always a quiet drive everyday but for one or two requirements to speak. Although the radio always springs up with the same religious songs everyday, my dad goes through the channels to find at least a single unheard song. There always comes a moment when he asks me what's the time and pertaining to his timing, my answer is always 5.45. Sometimes, if we become late due to fog or some baboons not letting us overtake them, I catch the bus which is scheduled for 6 am or else as always the 5.45 bus.
One fine cloudy yet perfect morning found us waiting for the earlier bus because it was late. I was constantly turning my head to the direction from where the bus arrived and then continued to watch a parade of Harley Davidsons rashing up on the highway with their white headlights piercing my eyes.
As I took another glance for the bus, I instantly stepped back on my fathers foot for there he was.....standing still but one part of his body moving. His posture instantly gave a message that he was the leader of his group here and anyone who messes with him would have to pay a price.
I circled my dad and went to his other side, standing a bit cautious and alert but he came back to me again. And again due to my fear, I came back to my original position. The bus came honking at the right time and I signalled for it to stop and climbed in without reverting to my dad as always......