To be frank, the feeling that dominated was fear. Fear as to whether any damage will happen to our car due to a mistake by us, or anyone else on the road. We drove at the height of caution, and I played my role of the co-driver beautifully - yelling out the names of every car, dog, cat, human being, puddle, anything and everything I saw in our way, so that he wouldn't miss even a fly in the blink of an eye.
Earlier, the things I used to get excited about were stuffed toy bunnies and teddies. I used to name them Doggy,Puppy,Monkey, Teddy and Winnie. Now here I am wondering whether we should give a name to our car. Well, you may say "stupid girl", but the copy wright of this idea is with the brilliant writers of Archies Comics. Archie fans may recollect that he had a car he affectionately called Betsy. My dear hubby put an end to my whim by suggesting the name "Tintu Punto" - an extremely stupid name that jolted me out of my stupid rose-tinted fantasy world.
I feel somehow this marks the beginning of my life as an adult. Even when I started working or got married, I never felt the complications or responsibilities of being an adult. But when a car is here, and you own it, and you are expected to take good care of it while it serves you, along comes the burden of responsibility for its safety and well-being. I get the feeling I have entered a new phase of life.
