I had my own driver. yep, no sharing. ALL to myself. My family was living in another city, so i enjoyed a year of not having to co-plan my every outing.
But that’s not why I’m writing this post…
The reason behind writing it, is that my driver was a nice kashmiri guy. clean, polite, friendly. For a whole year, we got along fine (can you believe it??!)
End of that year, on my last day of school, He tells me he’s going on vacation in two days, and he’s really excited, because he’s going to get married. Naturally, i congratulated him and was very happy for him, wished him the best of luck on his new life. He then said “yes, I’m so happy, she’s beautiful. She looks exactly like you!”
silence on my part.
lol, call me silly, but that kind of creeped me out.