His life was an endless road. For the worldly eyes he was just a driver nothing more, but he was an aimless wanderer for himself. The road was his best friend and the faces in front of his eyes always kept changing, whether on the road or in the rear view mirror. However, there was one face that managed to linger on in his memory. He didn't find her beautiful but when their eyes met a silent conversation happened. At the end of the day, he was a driver and she was a regular passenger who boarded the cab to her work and back home.
Some days he would randomly ask her "How was the day ma'am?"
To which she would smile and say something which he would not hear as her smile said things more than she actually spoke. His question would be the same every time, a question which hid so many things he wanted to say.
Just when he started getting used to her, he stopped getting pick up calls from her. He silently waited for his manager to order him to go to that familiar road where she used to wait. But nothing happened. Every now and then he would purposely drive around the same route in a hope to spot her but he never saw her again.
The roads now seemed a little lonely. He used to picture her sitting on the backseat smiling at him, finding it hard to accept that she was long gone.
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