The moment I saw it, all those old memories came flooding back, the car still gave me the same feeling, it spoke to me, whispered sweet nothings into my ears, I got inside, turned the key, the car still whispered nothing, I was like hello....
Turned the key again, still nothing... My friend who accompanied me for the collection shook his head sadly, patted my shoulder, told me I had made the blunder of my life. Nahiiiiiiiiiii, I tried again, still nothing, the car was dead. Still looked good though...
We tried pushing the car on to the road to give it a dhakka start, it was the heaviest thing in the world, our problems further exacerbated by wheels almost ceased up and an almost flat rear tyre. After much ado, we finally got the beast started, the moment it roared to life, once again, I felt some deep, inner peace, that smell of diesel fumes, the happy engine, the worn out seats and faded body parts started speaking to me again,
The car was saying take me... I am yours...
I drove it straight to my bodyshop guy, I had already lined up all the tradesmen, bodyshop, mechanic, electrician, tyre guy, interior guy, the works for a smooth running. This phase taught me a lesson, Reality is never as smooth as one may imagine...
