Our kids felt like sharing their thoughts with the world and we obliged.
This is not how I visioned my life to b here I am lying in a filthy garage. The memories of my youth creep into my mind. Let me take you a few years back. I took my first breath in a Toyota factory in Chennai. I painted the town red with my family and comrades. It was time for me to shift to a showroom. The day dawned when I had to depart from my family and companions. I resented to be as lonely as a cloud. The showroom was prodigious and there were numerous other cars like me. It was a cherished Sunday so the showroom was closed. I spent that day befriending other cars. The next morning, the customers arrived many customers ogled at me but it wasn’t their cup of tea to purchase me as I cost an arm and a leg. Our master treated me like a price and cleaned me till I shone like a diamond. One day I hit the jackpot, a lad came to this showroom with his father. He gazed at me. He asked his benevolent father if he could purchase me. His father gave him a green signal and he took me to his ravishing abode. They parked me in their colossal lawn. He drove me every day, I was over the moon. He put a sticker on my right side window. The other cars turned green with envy. Life is not a bed of roses. One glorious morning my master’s cousin had come he was fascinated with my looks so he resolved to drive me. He drove me rashly. He was on the phone so he did not pay attention on the road where there was a truck passing by. My attempts to stop were in vain and we bumped. I was of no use so they put me in the garage. I yearn to have a whale of a time with my master again.