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"Seema's Sky" is a translation of Prakash Trivedi's Gujrati novel "Seemanu Aakash". It has been specially translated by Ashok Dholabhai for shaaditimes. It is a love story and more.
Instead of leaving office not earlier than 6 in the evening as usual, today Nikhil was already in his car at 5 o'clock. Had he been in Mumbai several eyebrows would have been raised at his leaving so early. Here in Parkersberg, he had to deal with those Americans, who worked like sheep grazing with heads down. No one had the time to ask him why he was leaving on time. Nikhil thought angrily, "if no one had taken notice of my leaving on time why would they appreciate my working an hour more everyday?" He unconsciously pressed the accelerator hard and the car started with a jerk.
Deep in thought and resentment, Nikhil automatically steered his car towards home. "It was no use faulting these whites for not noticing him. They did not notice even each other, so absorbed were they in themselves. They were so intent on reaching home that no one would bother whether he worked on his computer upto 6-7 or even 8 o'clock. "Thank God" he thought "I have a good job which atleast has kept me away from starving in this city. Who would have fed me, looked after me?"
As Nikhil turned his car to the right he saw his home in the distance. He suddenly broke out of his reverie, jerked back to reality wondering how he had landed up here instead of going to New York. He hastily braked his car. Behind him a row of cars came to a halt. Though Parkersburg residents were disciplined enough not to honk he could see in his rear-view mirror their eyes glittering angrily and necks craning out to figure out the reason for his stopping the car abruptly without signalling.
Nikhil nodded with embarrassment and turned his car into the parking lot of his apartment house. There was really no reason to come home, he thought. There was no one waiting for him there he had already packed his clothes in a small travel bag in the morning, his cash hidden in three different places and he always carried his credit cards in his wallet. "Since I have come home I might as well have a look at my mail, have a drink of water," he told himself as he got out of his car.
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