There was a moment, when I almost decided not to go through with it. I left work early to get to the bank on time to get the certified check for her. And on cue, I reached the bank to find out that the teller I was working with that week was having a difficult[…]
all things to all men A certain set of circumstances left me alone on a weekend with just her. Although it was the tail end of spring, the weekend weather looked sunny, constant and warm. The backlog of weekend tasks at home looked daunting but uninspiring with yard work topping the list. It just seemed like[…]
The nicer the car the worse the misery is in Michigan. On my recent travels to West Virginia and New Hampshire, it was painfully evident how much curvier and graded the roads were. The plentiful potholes in Michigan were replaced with delightful nooks and crannies. Sadly, she stayed put at home in our garage and[…]
It is entirely possible that the sun will rise next morning. But you just can’t be sure. In the last few years, there has been an incredible numbing of the senses. The smells and the taste feel doctored and domesticated. Eclectic experiences float away readily, requiring me to intensely remember even just the basic details.[…]
Wishful thinking? Delhi destroyed me. The winter temperatures were considerably milder than Michigan yet I got the chills inside the house. The floors were permanently frozen and the cold air clung to my lungs. In the afternoons, the sun would attempt to warm up things but that did not help indoors. When I was outdoors, I[…]
There are two ways in which you can get to know your car really well. The first one requires two buckets of clean water, micro fiber cloths, pH neutral shampoo and gentle time to hand wash your car. It is only then that you become acutely aware of all her surface complexities. From afar, her[…]
it is lust, it is torturous And I’m aiming right at you
It is unbelievable and incredibly humbling that I am getting to experience this feeling again. I now know twice what it feels to yearn intensely and then on nonchalant summer day actually get what you want. What started in a Tata Motors library and ended in a Lotus, began again in the Porsche museum. And[…]
Regret crosses the finish line for another lap Seven years ago, on this day, I bought a car that I had dreamed of since I was 17 years old. I had read about this British car maker slash race car manufacturer and his incessant love for small, lightweight and remarkably agile cars. His philosophies had[…]