Stuck at a traffic signal, I happened to eavesdrop on a conversation between the panditji driver and the Muslim passenger sitting next to him. (I know this from the way they were dressed and the way they spoke).
The cab driver was asking the passenger about his children. Passenger replied that he has two daughters.
Cabbie: kya karti hain woh?
Passenger: school mein hain. Ek char saal ki hai, ek saat saal ki.
Cabbie: yehi accha hai beta. School toh jaana hi chahiye.
Passenger: school bhejne se hi aage kucch accha karengi
Cabbie: bas bacchon ko padha likha ke acche aur kaabil insan banaa doh. Itna hi toh chahiye beta..
This tiny snippet of overheard conversation made my day. I still have hope for this city.
The cab driver was asking the passenger about his children. Passenger replied that he has two daughters.
Cabbie: kya karti hain woh?
Passenger: school mein hain. Ek char saal ki hai, ek saat saal ki.
Cabbie: yehi accha hai beta. School toh jaana hi chahiye.
Passenger: school bhejne se hi aage kucch accha karengi
Cabbie: bas bacchon ko padha likha ke acche aur kaabil insan banaa doh. Itna hi toh chahiye beta..
This tiny snippet of overheard conversation made my day. I still have hope for this city.
