The Car

"Baba, our English teacher wants us to write an essay about what we want to achieve in life." said Anuj.
"So write my son. Write about your dreams, your desires"-said Prakash while they walked out of their one roomed, asbestos roofed, small home towards Anuj's school on a rainy morning.
They walked for about five minutes to 'Shishu Vidyalaya' and Anuj asked, "Have you achieved what you wanted to Baba?". Prakash smiled and said "School eshe gechhe, bye son." and walked back, while the raindrops falling today, took him back in time when it rained.

Maria stood there half drenched at the bus stop. It was raining heavily and her half turned umbrella shuttered loudly, A car splashed water on her white school dress. She stood there adjusting one strand of hair behind her ear. Her dark eyes waiting for a bus, tried to avoid the gaze of roadside romeos who scanned her wet clothes and her from head to toe. Maria looked scared, embarrassed and Prakash burnt with rage but couldn't say a word.
It was that moment when Prakash decided to buy a car once he grows up and earns enough. His Maria will never have to get wet by the mud and water. He will be the man to buy her a car and thus they'll together enjoy the monsoons. Prakash, the chai-wala beside 'Agnes Convent School', that day knew what he wanted to   achieve in life- A Car

Prakash soon reached the stand and brought out keys from his pocket. He started the yellow and black mode of income of his and drove off...