Paul Sidhu
This is a story of two totally identical twin women. Living separate lives in different towns. One married to future hopeful president. After 15 years both twins get together at Senator’s house. Where later on one twin is found dead. Other twin has to go through hell after that.
Paul Sidhu was born in India. At the age of three, he contracted the polio virus which left him wearing a brace to walk. Paul immigrated to England at age seventeen, a year later his father died unexpectedly and his mother was diagnosed with depression. He was left alone to fend for himself. Despite many struggles Paul is now married and has four children. He currently lives in Virginia.
Sunday August 31st 2008, and the time was almost 5:00PM in Denver. The day is perfect with the warm 70 degree weather. A Greyhound bus comes to a sudden halt at the main bus stand. The driver comes out first and holds the door for the passengers, who are coming out slowly. The last to exit the bus is a tall lady in a long dress, with large sun glasses and her hat pulled over her forehead, hoping she cannot be recognized. The woman is looking rather weary Woman is thankful that after eight hour journey she has reached her destination. She walks over to where .Bus driver standing by the Bags. So no body takes the wrong bags.
“Could you please call any porter, so he can carry these bags to the taxi for me?” the lady asks.
Looking to the left “they are already coming” said the driver; about four porters were walking towards the bus. When they come close, they ask who needed assistance.
The driver tells one of them
“She does”, pointing to the lady” A fifty year old man gets near her,
“Yes, Miss, where do you want to go?” asks the porter.
“I need a taxi, for two counties away, near Mr. Monroe’s estate. It is about forty five miles away and I need a coolheaded driver, with a lot of patience.”
` The porter replies, “These city drivers don’t like to go that far and come back empty handed, let me take you outside and I’ll find you what you need.” “Which bags are yours?”
The lady points to her bags and the porter puts them on the trolley. “Follow me” said the porter, the lady obliges and they walk out of the bus stand, where some taxis are picking up passengers. Instead the porter takes her over to where taxis were dropping off passengers. The porter looks at the taxis and he sees a taxi with a different color than the rest, and he tells the lady to wait, and walks five feet to the taxi. He goes to the passenger side front window and asks the taxi driver
“Do you want a good fare going back to your county?”
“Yes, of course” the taxi driver replies.
“Give me ten bucks” says the porter, “Oh yeah, I’ll give you ten bucks when I see a passenger. I can’t give you the money before I know you aren’t jacking me!” responds the cabby.
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