The poem, as amateurish as it sounds, was written for a girl I absolutely adore. But here with the simplicity of the matter takes a nasty turn.
Cars have always been life. Eversince I was gifted one by my parents for any academic achievement in younger school years or as a get well soon gift, I cherished what cars did for a living. And how!
Growing up might have slowed down my hot wheels collection but I got into bigger models. Very soon, on sandy beach in Daman and Diu( A union territory of India) my dad allowed me to back the car very slowly out of a parked spot.
the release of clutch. Throttle. A small lurch to over come inertia. Happiness there on till you stop.
From that day on, Driving a car, no matter how crappy it is, has always been the best use of time offered to us on our short lives.
