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My Wheels!

 


April, this year, my better half took me to a car showroom and we just ended up booking a car for myself on my birthday. Best gift ever! Though I made the transactions, him making the decision on the car and taking me there was very special. I had not pursued driving at all since I received my DL in 2004! Close to 20 years later, I have suddenly found confidence and the enthusiasm to drive.

I learned in Chennai and often would take Appa's car, but it was his office car, so was always scared of any potential damage. Then my husband's car. His parents always used to worry about the tiniest damage on the car and that was excuse enough to not gain confidence in driving his car.

So, a year back, I had decided I had to buy one for myself to gain confidence. I am now wondering why I didnt do it any sooner! 

I am loving my new wheels and I love how I managed to drive 35 kilometers in just a day yesterday! It's a month since I got my new car and my confidence is high! This was also the first time that my Appa sat in my car with me behind the wheels. I only wish Amma was around to be taken for a spin in her daughter's car. How proud she would have been and how she would have told everyone about it. Somehow that is why I did not share it with anyone that I bought a new car. A few years ago, I would have been screaming at the top of my lungs and now I ONLY told my best friend and others knew through different channels, but not from me. I have changed and I have distanced myself from most relatives - I have no energy to pursue relations, especially toxic ones.

I need to up my parking skills and also maneuvering the small, crammed and high slope roads of Bengaluru. 3 scratches and Damages later, I am good to post this back . 

Now I am confident that it is just a matter of time and I'll achieve it! 

Until next time, Happy Reading and Happy Driving!

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