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.
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