The next morning when this bold idea had finally seeped into the soul and her resolve had strengthened, Tanvi got up to pack her bag for this journey to unknown. Tanvi was ready to fine tune her life’s navigation. She gave a dispassionate look around the house and realized there was nothing she could call as her own possession, except for a cupboard full of clothes mostly purchased on impulse and her dhanoo.
On getting her first salary, she went straight to the Tata Motors showroom and fell in love with this shinning, red being gracefully standing at one corner reflecting the white tubelight falling on her with a glint. It was love on first sight. She had enough of pressing and pushing in Delhi’s DTC buses, and autowallah’s are no less than little mafia’s on the road while getting on a metro from Rajiv Chowk in peak office hours meant giving your neck for sacrifice at a temple and you can’t even shout ‘blah’. She had been dreaming of a time when she would drive to office in style, applying makeup at traffic signals, listening to melodious FM and giving the key for valet parking on arriving at office gates while the car door would be held ajar for her with a crisp salute and call of ‘Goodmorning’.
Well, she brought the brand new shinning Tata Zirca car, ofcourse on EMIs, to fulfil her dream. However, the reality was a complete antonym, at traffic signal she was disturned by the constant knocking of beggars and sellers who finally bowed down to begging, melodious FM was frequently interjected by irritating monologue starting by ‘Mai Arvind Kejriwal bol raha haoon’, and don’t even get started on office parking. Forget valet parking, opening of door and salute; now began a new contest of survival of the fittest at the parking lot. Come early and get a slot otherwise fend for yourself on the dust and garbage filled MDC park.
Since then, Tanvi started calling her car ‘dhanno’ for driving amidst mad rush of Delhi traffic and being aggressive at parking time is not meant for faint-hearted cars, only a dhanno can survive.
Tanvi had a smile on her face, standing at the balcony and watching her car being washed by this enthusiastic young boy who had rolled up his pants till his knees and was rigorously scrubbing the car. She had never bothered to ask the name of this guy. Just gave his monthly payment along with complaints. Never a word of praise!
Mummyji’s screeching continued in the background and by now Tanvi had become oblivious to it. “She has gone mad. Koi samjaho usse. How will a lone, young girl manage by herself on the road? If she wants to go on a trip we can plan a vacation but this is outrageous. As it is no one is ready to marry her and after this, take my words she will remain a spinster all her life”, there was no stopping to Mummyji who was completely shocked at this turn of events but strongly believed that this is one of Tanvi’s fad and will pass soon.
Tanvi had packed her bags.
Read the previous chapter here – Chapter 4 – Declaration That Created a Thunderous Impact
Read the next chapter here -Chapter 6 – Imapctful Exit