KASHISH - Tryst with the ONE - Day 1 part 2

I saw a girl in Blue chudidar sitting on her pink TVS scooty pep struggling to restart her cute bike. For me everything that belongs to her started looking cute now. Soon she realised that she was being honked at by the busy Chennai traffic. Thanks to TVS motors that their bikes stop working at the right time.
I stopped aside with a noble intention to help her cute thing come back to life. "May I help you", probably i sounded like the rusty sign board in the railway stations, that she gave an annoying look. "No Thanks" she replied. She was grumbling at the 'kutti', small in the native language, bike. Though i couldn't translate each and every pearl that rolled out of the oyster. I could at least make out that she was in a hurry to reach somewhere.
"Hello Madam, in case being a stranger disqualifies me from helping you. I am Joy, working in M&M ad agency. Can i now?"
"No no. I didn't mean that way. Actually I'm rushing to Malabar Hospital. My son is admitted in the hospital"
I felt for a minute i was in the last level of Hallucination. Hearing what can never be processed by my mind. The pearls turned into drops of rasam, bitter as wormwood, that my cook Maya made last night. (To be contd...)