My car received its maiden dent this morning, when a Honda City swerved from right to left sans any indication, and stopped dead in its tracks, whilst trying to enter the housing society on my left.
I braked, and a Santro Zing rammed into the rear end of my wee Alto. I glared at the driver, and he stepped out of his car and apologised profusely, mumbling something about his brakes not working — civilised behaviour for the average driver in these parts.
I stooped down to take a closer look at the black bumper; it was a mere scratch. So, I got back into the car. The first dent/ scratch seems like a necessary rite of passage for any new driver, and I recalled the words of an old classmate – after banging your car once, it’s all good. Touché.
written with alot of passion