Detach Yourself...

Freedom of speech is not free anymore. It comes with a price to pay. That’s exactly what Mr. James Laine got for expressing himself. Most people are just happy with a Booker Award to acclaim their work, so much for that happening Mr. Laine.
Thats not what i choose elaborate today. But about the half an hour i spent at the tyrewallas shop yest. it was about 8.30 in the eve. I had to urgently repair my headlights as my daddy's lil princess (no not me, my sister) needed to take it to work.,which by the way is exactly a km away. Nyway, being a Monday all the garages were shut on my side of town and had to beg for help from the what was then the only shop open, a place that fixed tyres(not sure wht a webster wud call it). The man was really kind,unlike the general ones you meet in a shady place like this. I told him my plight and he immediately removed his cell and started talkin to a guy to come by to his shop. he looked at me and smiled gently and went back to his group of frnds. Now with all the rape cases, murders doing the rounds i should have jus taken my bike and left. Trust me if u wud have just got the honour to see anyone of them u would have confirmed my thought.
Accompaning the kind man, lets call him Anna,was a small boy,call him chotu. He was all happy and acting like Mr know all. We all waited patiently for the mechanical engineer to appear(no offense to nyone). He came riding on his super cool splendor. Lets call him Ghostrider.He asked wht the problem was. I told him in detail. since i had got this job done a several times before i knw how it worked. He cribbed thru out for havin him called for such a petty matter. Anna told him that i was a girl n whr wud i go for help at this Hr. Chotu mostly jus contributed thru his smile. there was the taunting man too. He was the main character of my story. He immediately told the ghostrider" kya be, kya footage kha rahela hai". Mostly the conversation was meeting them. The ghostrider in dugust tuirned to me n said," kal tak nahi ruk sakte the kya". I lied sayin i had to go to work and would return only at about two n neede the headlights as the roads werent good. The taunting guy smiled n said,"ise kay pata. ye toh sirf kaam se ghar ka rasta janta hai. Agar pata hota toh ye bolta kya." We all gathered in the roars of laughter suprisingly me too. I actaully felt friendly.
How i have always looked at these ppl wid suspicion and today i wasnt afraid to be in their company. An only girl talking to random ppl is definately not safe but had no fear. Most ppl wud not approve but i dont care. I ve come a long way and years have taught me to see the good from the bad.
Anna may have seen the daughter in me, and made it his business to see that i was safe. While my own father sat at home not even bothering to call me once..