23 Feb 2016

Delhi Drama. Act 2.






Act 2 

Scene 1.
The auto stops. 3 women with 3 little girls adjust themselves into the Auto.

"I feel someone is pulling my hair", The woman in the corner seat says, the youngest of all the girls is sitting in her lap.
The other two woman laugh", You always feel that someone is looking at you, someone is pulling your hair, look it's just stuck between your back and the backrest" says the woman in the middle.

"Look at her ears, they look like they are hanging by a thread." The woman in the middle says in Bengali to the woman in the other corner pointing to the earrings the first woman is wearing and they both laugh. 

The first woman asks why they are laughing, they tell this to her in Hindi. She laughs too. 

The third woman says jokingly "Look at her, anyone can tell that she is a Bihari, she has this complete Bihar look."
"And still she feels someone is pulling her hair." says the second woman and then they both laugh.

The first woman is visibly agitated. "I look like a Bihari because I am a Bihari, It's okay if I look like this," she says forcing a smile on her face.

The other two woman smile back awkwardly.

"I hate the way Biharis look like." The second woman says to the third woman making sure the first woman doesn't hear it, they both laugh.

 Scene 2.
A loud bang is heard, probably an auto engine cracking.

The third woman asks " What burst?"

"Probably an Auto, This reminds me, I saw an accident yesterday. A bus hit auto and the auto tumbled, I was chilled to the bone, I got reminded of my train accident" Says the second woman.

"Did the auto driver die?" The third woman asks.

"He just broke his shoulder, he jumped out of the auto moments before impact"

"I always had dreams that I was falling from a height, I used to wake up at nights all sweaty and scared, all this stopped the day I had that train accident, I guess it was precognition" The second woman continues.

"Aunty, I am scared." The eldest of the little girls says interrupting the conversation. She is sitting on the edge of the auto holding the door post tightly.

"Why Dear?" The third woman asks.

"The auto is going too fast, and it's too bumpy, and you people are talking about falling, I fear I'd fall out." The girl says tightening her grip on the door post. 

"Don't worry, I am here holding you, don't think of things like this." says the third woman while embracing the girl.

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