Which diagonal lane?

 What should I wear? The most customary question that haunts every woman. And it was our school reunion after, nearly 20 years. So I had to look my best. It's a different high that you get when you are confident among the school friends and classmates, whether it's carrying yourself dignified enough or it's conveying that you've attained a position for yourself. Specially to the ones, you used to compete with.

When, I never compromised on my rank in school, how could I compromise on my appearance and presentation to the same set of classmates?

So I picked up an elegant dress and accessories to match. And Vollaa! I was ready to go. Driving your own car to the venue is dope on another level.

I didn't know the locality so I switched on the maps. The 'Map lady' started with her instructions, in that monotonous voice. And let me tell you, the way this foreign woman pronounces Indian names of roads, it's sometimes hilarious.

You've to keep looking down, zooming into the screen to read exactly what she's saying. "Oh! It's Vittalbhai Patel Road. Okay fine, let's proceed", I kept speaking to me in between. Then you again have to concentrate on the left right turns. This lady sometimes acts all lordly and decides to change the turn altogether. 'Rerouting due to traffic', she gives an excuse. But till then you've already taken the previously shown turn and, and she makes you take an U turn once again. "OMG! How snobbish she is", again my soliloquy.

But when you're not aware of the location, you've to surrender to 'Her Majesty'.

So now, you make the U turn and yet, you're stuck in a jam. "Ah! Your Highness! You fooled me", I said and also hurled out some cuss words. Isn't it confounding, however dignified a woman is, once she's in the driver's seat, she can't hide her rowdiness.

So I keep driving for another half an hour.  "Well wasn't I supposed to reach in 2 hours?", I checked the screen again. I remembered clearly that when I left, it showed 2 hours to reach for sure. "Sure she knows to play games. But in this hot afternoon. Oh Please! Lady take me to the venue in time", I murmured.

"Take the next right in 500 mts and then the diagonal lane", she said, as if hinting me to shut up and drive. And I played the song 'Country roads take me home, to place, I belong...' on full volume,  trying to annoy an AI app. When you are irritated, you really lose your wits.

So the 'map lady' and me, venturing through the unknown roads and lanes of Mumbai, bickering, like a married couple, were trying to find the alienated venue, more than 2 hours now.

Now my makeup and patience, both were fading slowly, with every wrong turn and every missed diagonal lane. And when finally, this nobleness lady took me on an 'Unknown road' to lead to a dead end. And it wasn't the death of the road, Bhagwan Kasam! That was the death of my patience, on that diagonal lane.

#Fiction Blog for the prompt 'Death on the Diagonal lane'.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my school mates who are reading this blog, it's high time we plan a reunion. 

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