Tale 59

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Tale 59

I am really scared to come to Bombay in orange clothes and Mala. I am working in Bombay Transport Company, a huge organization running buses all over Bombay. Thousands of people are working with me in the main office at Colaba. Whenever I go on leave, I never come back in time.

I don’t face much problem at home. My father takes it easy—may be because I don’t depend on him financially. Somehow I gather courage and go to the office in orange Lunghi and Kurta with a big long Mala around my neck. Whosoever meets me, gives me a surprised look. Many think I have become part of the hippie cult. All my colleagues start asking questions about my orange dress and Mala. My boss becomes angry with me for making all this show business. I feel myself an alien amongst all these friends.