A tribute to my kiney

It started in one kick today,it was really surprising!Everytime I kick my Kiney and the moment it starts I thank my MBA days' friends who taught me to kick it and put it on straight stand.There are some posessions you have which you can treat the way you want them to.My kiney is one of them,its breaks are just right enough to save you from banging into something,its horn is not working(I blame it on rainy season paani chala gaya hoga),its indicators work on their sweet will,thankfully there is nothing wrong with the headlight.
'Why dont you get it repaired'?
Me:No it is fine I know how to handle it.
'It will give up some day'.
Me:I'll manage it,I know it.
At 25 I dont feel like driving it anymore.It reminds me of being a college girl,which I am not anymore...why in this world am I writing about my Kiney?Everyone would have their personal vehicles these days ...but it has some really sweet memories attached to it.God I think about shwetz' kiney which we made total khatara in 2 years,I cant even recall how many times it stopped due to lack of fuel and everytime we had to request some class guy to fetch some petrol for us.I clearly remember how many times my graduatiion days' friends taught me to put it on straight stand but I could never learn the technique in three long years and every winter morning my dad would scold me for buying Kiney and not Honda Activa as I asked him to kick start it for me.It sounds funny now but I used be really irritated then listening to it on one hand and getting late for the cost accounts tuition.
And I cant forget the day when one of my aunty bought me an uncle type half face helmet for Rs.350 expecting me to wear it while driving,it perfectly suited my boy cut then.I looked really ugly then.
Even I dont know why am I wrting all this,all I know is its making me smile and laugh a bit at times,whenever I am sitting idle I dont from where n when such ages old sweet little things enter my head.

Something About Nothing

She wanted to meet him.Why?She never thought about it.Actually she knew the answer but never gave it much attention.And one fine day they met.She said a meek Hi to which he did not respond.She knew by meeting her he was doing her a favor but never expected him to make her realise this with his behavior.She was getting kind of numb and was trembling a bit when they met.She thought probably he was also going through the same state.She noticed his face was expressionless.No smile, no warmth in his eyes as if he was under some obligation.
They spoke about everything but themselves.That short meeting got over soon.And he said Bye to her,it was the driest 'Bye' she had ever heard in her life.She replied and went away.
She was surprised at the illusion she had of him and the real him.She had always thought of him as a courteous guy,though he was so but far away from her image of his.She was aware of her misbehaviors and thought probably she deserved such behaviorfrom him.For a moment she kept herself at his place and thought that she would have never left her basic warmth.
She was disturbed not because of difference in real him and the image but coz she had lost her friend of illusion for good,that image which understood her completely and accepted her the way she was.She was doubting her sense of judgement about others.Then her cell beeped'It was a pleasure meeting you.'
This statement teased her,coz she knew it was sheer lie, a statement said for the sake of saying without meaning it.She did not respond,she was leaving that alien city and was leaving much more behind her, a person whom she was so fond of,whom she treated as she wished,was an illusion,mere illusion.
She was not sad but numb which was her most natural state in ecstacy and pain.She left and he remained as inexpressive as he always was.