Goodbye and thanks for the ride.......

Whenever a relationship ends its heartbreaking. Especially if you’ve invested some of the best years of your life in nurturing it and making it work. And it doesn’t necessarily have to be a person of the opposite sex.

I moved to the Capital recently and I had to leave behind a lot of people, places and tons of things that I would have wanted to carry with me but there seemed to be no point in lugging around. So out went the broken discman, the old digital diary, the red refrigerator, the ceramic cookie jar, the borosil glasses and innumerable little keepsakes that were left behind as a reminder of good times once enjoyed and now fading faster than a favorite black t- shirt left on the washing line for three days (another addition to the pile of junk.)

I also left behind an old friend. One who had stuck it out with me through the seemingly endless grind of first job- MBA- Part time job and now had grown too old to stay with me. Once shining black with leather trimmings and a sweet little button that allowed self starting facilities, my dusty and trusty LML has now been sold for a princely sum of three thousand five hundred rupees. A lifetime of service that I once rewarded with regular cleanings, servicing and repairs has now come to an end.

Delhi is not conducive to LMLs and neither are the distances that close that I could find my way around the city. I wanted to continue but then circumstance made us part.

I just want to tell my dear old scooter. I’ll miss you friend. I’ll miss the fact that you’d never die out on me, I’ll miss your purring roar in the mornings when you’d start up. I’ll miss the feel of the soft leather that covered your handles and I’ll miss your comfort.

Goodbye and thanks for the ride……..