Me the driver of three wheeler

Aur Shilpa kaisi ho?

(How are you Shilpa? )

I asked this to my wife after returning from my coaching, which stretched for almost 10 hours. It was 10
kms away from from my house. I used to teach history to students like me who are preparing for
Government Service Examination, for 2 hours daily, as I have done my higher studies in History, so it was
my specialisation. Rest 5 hours, I had to attend other classes, and the remaining time I sat in the institute
library for revision of what was taught in class and self study.

Oh, I almost forgot about my wife. Well, actually this is what she thinks about me now.

By the way, let me tell you, the story of us, we used to study in same school. She was the topper of our
class. She used to look like a typical studious student , she doesn't used to talk much in the class.
Teachers saw her as a challenge to them. They used to dig up special questions just to ask her. But,
answers came as obvious to her like light comes to sun.

Are you looking for, how I approached her in school?

Haha, no way. Who had the courage to talk to her, and me, no chance. I only used to admire her from a
distance. She was always helpful and cheerful, never done anything wrong to anyone.

School ended for us like it happens for everyone.

I was an average student, but however I got into a top Humanities College.

It was a big thing for me, my family and for everyone.

One day, I just came up with an idea to contact Shilpa, so I texted her on instagram.

From that day, we used to talk frequently, she has changed a bit after school. College seems to have
effect on everyone I think.

We became friends, we used to meet in our holidays, whenever we are in our hometown. And I don't
know how this happened, soon we realised that we are more than just friends.

I graduated, we told our parents about us, but I told her that I want to pursue my dream to become a
civil servant, and she supported me.

But her family wanted us to married as soon as possible, so I took up a job of teaching students, in a
coaching centre and also enrolled myself as a student. My history knowledge paid off well.

Soon students started to approach that institute because of me.

Unfortunately, I failed in my first attempt, this year I am all prepared to give my second.

My parents also had dream to see me as an civil servant, as my father is a retired Army man and my
mother is a teacher. So, nationalism came natural to me.

I am their only hope that one day I'll become a civil servant and I will come to them wearing a black
Nehru coat, in a car with red beacon.

Day by day, I see their hopes dying. They don't talk to me with the same enthusiasm as which they used
to do with me earlier.

But I still have hope for them, that one day I will become and will make them see I have become what
they had wanted.

My parents are my first wheel, I depend on them, I used to take their advice whenever I feel
uncomfortable. They are my first wheel, as my life depends on them.

Now, most of my life depend on my studies and coaching centre, only studies give me hope to live and
survive, and it gives me hope that one day i will be able to make my parents and Shilpa proud.

Studies are my second wheel, and the most important right now. I am totally dependent on it regarding
my future.

Its been 2 years of my marriage with Shilpa, she is a doctor in a very big and reputed hospital.

Things have changed a lot after our marriage, we don't go out and enjoy ourselves as we used to do
before. In clear words I don't have any time to left to spend with her because of my hectic study
schedule. As reaction of my action she also has stopped talking to me now. We only used to have formal
discussions about matters regarding our family.

I always forget to pick up my towel on bed after bathing, and Shilpa used to shout at me.

"How many times I have to tell you this? Why cannot you understand? You have made my life hell! "

But let me tell you one thing, this is the only time in the day when she used to look into my eyes and talk
to me. I know she used to shout, but shouting also requires talking right?

And, thats why I deliberately used to leave my towel on the bed everyday, so that I can look into the eyes
which I love the most, which used to kill me with a mere glace some years ago, So that I can get a chance
to talk to her.

She is the third wheel of my life.

My life is incomplete without her.

I know she thinks that I have forgotten her because of my studies, but my love for her never has faded
nor it will. Everyday she used to think that it is Maa who had put morning tea near her bed, but it is
always me.

By the way have I ever told you what I texted her on Instagram..

"Aur Shilpa kaisi ho?"