Taxi

I'm always in love with the clouds. 

It's always decorated with hope.

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Tonight,my family and I went out for dinner in Subang.

On our way back home,my dad received an emergency call along the way and had to be rushed to somewhere else. 

So he stopped us by at a taxi stand in PJ and ask us to take a cab instead, because he said the matter will take quite a while. My dad found us a cab and said to the driver to send us to Gombak.

The cab driver was an Indian guy.  

As my mum and I enter the car, it has the sweet Indian smell that all Malaysian are familiar with.

He ask:

"Ini Gombak bahagian mana?"

Miss Reena said:

"Uncle tau pergi Batu Caves,dekat-dekat situ la.

 Nanti saya tunjuk jalan."

Along the way..

Miss Reena :

"Itu Batu Caves sekarang sudah ada macam-macam kan dalam tu. Kedai makan,kedai souvenier."

Driver:

"Yela. Kita nak tarik pelancong.Bagus diorang jual-jual macam tu"

Miss Reena:

"Kalau Thaipusam, saya tengok Mat Salleh pun ada sekali ek,diorang suka tangkap-tangkap gambar perarakan tu"

Driver:

"Oh yeke?"

 Miss Reena: 

Eh uncle ni,takkan dia tak tau. Owh,takpela,time sesak ngan ramai,may be tak perasan kot.

Arriving..

Miss Reena: 

"Ok uncle. Ni RM35 eh.Terima kasih"

As I handed the money to him,my eyes flickered at the Tasbih hanging on the front mirror.

  Ya Tuhan..uncle ni Muslim.

And all this while I hit a conversation on Batu Caves on him.

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Hmm..lesson learned.

Never judge based on sense of smell.

Thank you for taking you time to read this.

Love you,xoxo!