Opinion. Poll.

 It was her wont to draw the drivers of the cabs she would take into conversation. She felt it was a safety feature too. Engage them in a chat and let them know she was alert. 

Since it was election season, she invariably talked politics with them. “Where is your vote at?”, “Who do you think is winning this time round?”, and “Do you think there is any wave this time?”, were here usual questions. She remembered well that previously too the answers provided by the drivers had made her understand the mood of the electorate at large. And, the drivers were never wrong. They seemed to have their ears to the ground and knew what and who the voters wanted. Their answers had correctly predicted the results of the last four elections, both at the state and the centre. 

As a neutral person, it didn’t matter to her who won - she knew it didn’t make a difference to her at the end of the day. Yet, she did feel a thrill when she heard the responses this time.  She promptly crossed her fingers as she heard the same prediction from the driver while reaching home safely, through the dust storm and sudden torrential rain. 

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