She said hello back in 2010, in a shiny bright red coat, black muddy big shoes, also she wore some skin colored drapings to cover herself, her voice was somewhat high-pitched, she came inside our house and brought an excitement with her, a thrilling one, before this we had another visitor, but I was a kid at that time, so I don't remember her.
While my mom following her ritual did the pooja with the tilak on her forehead and I was standing in the corner controlling my excitement, me smiling ear to ear looking at her, she was so perfect, I felt satisfied while she was standing still right there in front of me, staring back at me with her diamond white, almond-shaped eyes.
I wanted to gift her some accessories, just as a 'Welcome home' gift. We went to accessories store and my dad got her 'Hanuman' idol and a bottle of exotic perfume. I felt a wave of fresh air flow past me, giving me the sense of freedom whenever I went out with her, on empty roads with the huge green trees. Even in school, when I got late she was the one who supported me to go on and enter the gates. In every weather, every bad surrounding she helped me out to get past them.
She's gone now, a favorite to someone else, someone who might not have her but try to own her, be a boss to her, when I learned to drive her at the age of seventeen, I was scared at times, got anxious that a scratch would spoil her beauty, her perfect aerodynamics would get a dent. She was the thing that made me joyous, gave me goosebumps and make my heart skip a beat when I sat in the front seat, she is confident about my skill to drive her to the destination and park her perfectly in the parking lot.
Today my family lost the most lovable car that we ever had, cars come and go but the first one always remains in our heart. The breakdowns that she gets and we say sorry to her whenever this happens, the spilling of coffee or any other drink on her seat, careful about her not getting any scratch in narrow pathways, or overspeeding her on the highway. It was always fun to go on long late night drives.
I got attached to our car way too much, I got insecure on leaving her at the hands of someone else. Cars are always special, especially the first one!
Keep the amazement alive for your first one.
While my mom following her ritual did the pooja with the tilak on her forehead and I was standing in the corner controlling my excitement, me smiling ear to ear looking at her, she was so perfect, I felt satisfied while she was standing still right there in front of me, staring back at me with her diamond white, almond-shaped eyes.
I wanted to gift her some accessories, just as a 'Welcome home' gift. We went to accessories store and my dad got her 'Hanuman' idol and a bottle of exotic perfume. I felt a wave of fresh air flow past me, giving me the sense of freedom whenever I went out with her, on empty roads with the huge green trees. Even in school, when I got late she was the one who supported me to go on and enter the gates. In every weather, every bad surrounding she helped me out to get past them.
She's gone now, a favorite to someone else, someone who might not have her but try to own her, be a boss to her, when I learned to drive her at the age of seventeen, I was scared at times, got anxious that a scratch would spoil her beauty, her perfect aerodynamics would get a dent. She was the thing that made me joyous, gave me goosebumps and make my heart skip a beat when I sat in the front seat, she is confident about my skill to drive her to the destination and park her perfectly in the parking lot.
Today my family lost the most lovable car that we ever had, cars come and go but the first one always remains in our heart. The breakdowns that she gets and we say sorry to her whenever this happens, the spilling of coffee or any other drink on her seat, careful about her not getting any scratch in narrow pathways, or overspeeding her on the highway. It was always fun to go on long late night drives.
I got attached to our car way too much, I got insecure on leaving her at the hands of someone else. Cars are always special, especially the first one!
Keep the amazement alive for your first one.
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