Car chat
Last evening, I was returning home after a busy day, and there was an incident I remember. In my housing society, there is a roundabout just near the park, where motor vehicles usually try to overtake one another. Scooterists honking from left or right, trying to come around just as close as can be, nearly just escaping being hit by the car. Cars honking after me to be quicker, as I pause to apply brakes and avoid my car being jolted by the speed breakers. In my years of car driving history, it seemed rather unusual that a car, a big one, stopped before me, and allowed me to pass by the roundabout. I stayed there for a second, thinking, that the car would probably move to the right, quickly fast ahead of me. But it stopped, letting me go instead. As it was dusk, I couldn't see who was driving the car. But imagine the thoughts that ran in my head at that particular moment. If my car had a system of expression, probably I would have used it to show my sense of grat...