The Lotus Elise

If all. End all.
When I went to pick her up today, I was more than a ball of wreck. My mind could not process what was about to happen. Between a decade of dreaming about her and half a dozen years of saving for her, all that stood between me and her, was a paltry signature.

It was a wait like no other; for a car like no other.

And now that she is mine, I am not hyperventilating at all. Instead, I find myself convinced that she was always meant to be mine. It is a strangely serene and justifying experience to be in the cockpit and grasp at the steering as she translates every bit of the road for me. I feel like I always belonged with her. Like it was destiny! Even if there was some waiting involved.

All I ever wanted is a Lotus Elise. But now, not only do I own one but she has turned out to be every bit of the car I expected her to be. What would be appropriate reaction to that? When has that ever happened?

Probably, it is best that I don’t try and explain silent sense of exuberance. Later, I am certain I will write countless blogs explaining her every inch and why I always loved her. But for now, none of that is necessary or seems fitting.

All I ever wanted is a Lotus Elise.

I have a Lotus Elise.

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