The taxi driver

This is my second entry for today. I felt the urge to write this because of the menthol sweet from Mr Taxi Driver.

After meeting Paul for a research on my entry on the Boiling Point, I headed home. I tried umpteen times to call for a cab but in vain. It was so frustrating and I wished Zen were around me at that time.

Finally a cab managed to pick up my call. Within 5 mins, it arrived. Mr Taxi driver was probably in his late 40s. He was bespectacled , had short black hair and was of average build. I was coughing incessantly for ten minutes as soon as I entired the cab. He then asked me how long have I been coughing and I sadly told him two weeks. It begun since my birthday and was starting to hurt my body.

He then showed me a particular menthol sweet and asked me to try it. I know the Golden rule is not to take any sweets from a stranger. But at that point, I just could not take it anymore and was desperate for something to stop me from coughing. Mr Taxi Driver then started to talk to me. He said he hardly speaks to any of his passengers but when he saw my name, it made him feel comfortable enough to speak to me.

Meanwhile, as he spoke, I was sucking my sweet and breathing heavily. I could feel the warm vapor entering the wind channels in my body. I felt relieved and stop coughing momentarily. Mr Taxi Driver then told me that his wife has the same name, Carol. I could see his smile through the rear mirror, as he confided in me. Her birthday is on the 16th April and their wedding anniversary is on the 17th April. He told me that he planned to surprise her with a trip by cruise on her birthday and their wedding anniversary.

Instantly, my heart consticted. I was touched. How I wished I had someone who loved me that much even at this age? I was not even sure if Men knew what love was. As I looked at Mr Taxi, my hopes lifted and I smiled. If this Carol were that fortunate to have found the meaning of life with the love of her husband, maybe I will too someday, just like her. Maybe my time has not come but if I stopped believing and hoping in Love, I would have lost my meaning of life.

The next day, I messaged Zen and told him how I felt. At least, I tried and if Love finds its way to my heart, I only have to embrace it. I still have a whole pack of the sweets Mr Taxi Driver gave. As I sleep tonight, I shall continue sucking my sweet to relieve my cough. Thank you Mr Taxi Driver for making me feel better with your sweets and your life story.

Good night Zen, may peace and love be with you.