I generally reach my workplace by 9-9.30 in the morning. Today it was already 8.30 and I was still on my home turf looking for an empty auto-rickshaw on the nearby main road to take me to the Tollygunge metro station...........I was late, out of luck and in a damn hurry. The autos came bursting at their seams and I just had to keep on waiting, cursing my bad luck. Then suddenly this particular vehicle materialised in front of me like magic and to my astonishment also stopped to pick me up. Only a single male occupant sat on the back seat. I gratefully took my seat at the back, giving him a casual glance.
He was boy aged about twelve years. The expression on his face made me look at him once again. He was a case of down's syndrome. I guessed his parents must have contracted the autowallah to take their child to a nearby school meant for such special children and as usual the person had taken the liberty of earning some extra money on the way to the school. The boy who was least concerned about all such happenings only seemed to be much absorbed in following the time on his wristwatch.
I thought the watch was a fake, but no, it just clocked 6.05 as I reached the metro station.
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