My experience with the wheels - Part 2

When I was a kid of around 9 years, we stayed in the Govt provided flats. Huge flats they were, so huge that no kidding, I learnt skating inside the flat! It was simply wonderful to be on wheels for the first time ever. I would perform every tiny movement inside or outside the house on "my wheels". Absolute fun! Some years later, I even learnt to ride a bike, but never enjoyed that much.

Many many years later, I am stuck with a huge skate that can accomodate me inside it, but its not that much fun either!
After another couple of punctures and coolant leaks and some more replacements, the car had managed to induce a new kind of phobia inside all of its passengers called the "Car breakdown phobia". This disorder would result in serious sweatiness (out of fear) to each of its passengers. It would cause severe nervousness and anxiety to the driver in case of bumpy roads. And if there were any kind of smoke or its smell anywhere near the car, it would cause terror amongst the passengers. This was becoming a threat day by day!

So ultimately, I had to make my decision to sell it off! I decided to cut off two wheels for the sake of my peace of mind. I found a potential buyer in a female enthusiastic learner who was ready to pay a decent price. After finalizing the deal, we had the best two weeks ever with the car. It took us to some memorable parties, long drives and gave some unforgettable memories to last for life. I myself learnt to drive it in that period and it never gave a single problem. I had started loving it back, and gained back my confidence. But all good things do come to an end, and so did my journey with the car.It was time for it to go away to its new home. That's when the thought struck me. That's when I realized how much it had given me in such a short period. It had taught me so much without my knowing that I could never have learnt in a car that never broke. I had so many first hand experiences with it and learnt a lot of technical stuff about a car.It taught me how to deal with people and situations. It made me a better person somehow.
Also I thought about all the good times I had in it with my family, and never once did it trouble us back then. Those were the times of its youth, and now that it has past its prime; like all aged people, it too keeps falling ill. And like a mature grandparent, it had imparted wisdom and shared so many experiences.
And so with such wonderful thoughts and many happy everlasting memories I bid it a warm goodbye.

There was this one last gift that my beautiful car gave me. Even after it left, it wanted me to be happy and independent. It had always wanted the best for me, just I could never recognize. I bought a scooter with the amount that I got for my 800. Though I am on 2 wheels now, it is the best for me and the best for Pune. I have a fantastic time with it and love it to the core. Its wonderful!