2. I wish the auto driver bloke, who tried to take advantage of the fact that I had a child with me and it was drizzling rather well with a heavy likelihood of pouring plenty of cats and dogs, would have sat at dinner tonight and said to himself, “Had I agreed to take that wet woman and child for twenty rupees less, I would have at least that money in hand.” Yes, friends, I cursed him in my mind after the incident that he sits in that greedy seat of his, and gets no further trips that day.
3. I hope the family with the black car, whose child is in Kindergarten, and their driver would have a delightful week ahead of them for being kind enough to offer lift to the wet woman and child who were perfect strangers to them.
4. I wish the traffic police would come up with a foolproof strategy that requires auto drivers to start their meter and charge the passengers only the amount displayed on it, without demanding a fortune as if the responsibility of bad roads lies with the passengers.
5. I hope my little one has a blessed and happy life, and that no one exploits his innocence, for saying to me today: “Amme, because you were frustrated over not getting an auto, I prayed to Ambotti and see, Ambotti has sent an auto to us.”