“Bhaiya, you have to drop me off first,” were the first words which fell on my ears as I got into the Uber which I had booked to return home that monsoon evening.
I looked at the girl sitting beside me, barking orders at the Uber driver.
I looked at the Uber driver. He was a man of about my father’s age. He was struggling to get used to Google Maps app.
The girl sighed, mumbled something and said, “Left. Then right.”
I sat back and watched it all.
The girl seemed way too frustrated with the cab driver. The driver, in turn, was way too nervous.
Despite my drop location being en route to the girl’s drop location, I sat quietly. She had insisted on being dropped off sooner.
She got down at her location. The driver looked at her and said, “Sorry, Ma’am.”
“Learn to use Google Maps. What good are you as a driver otherwise?” she said and walked away.
The driver wiped the corner of his eye with his finger, smiled and asked me, “Where do I drop you off, Ma’am?”
I guided him to my location.
“Thank you,” I said and walked away.
I found my phone and dialled my father’s number.
Two rings later, I heard a “Hello, beta!” on the other end.
“Papa, I’ll teach you how to use Google Maps. I’ll teach you how to use any other app which you are unable to use, too. You don’t have to worry. You’ll be way better at it than I am. I love you, Papa,” I said in a single go.
“Haha, sure, beta. First tell me, who had a problem with Google Maps today?” he said.
Google Maps would show that he is approximately a thousand kilometers away from where I am.
My heart says that he is somewhere much closer to me always.