The best drive of my life :)

Driving, it seems gives him a high (as he abstains himself from any other consumable which can give him a high). He would drive with confidence, he would drive fast, and he would drive safe too, at times not so safe also. But he would drive the way he wants. We have a major crack on the front glass of the car: courtesy his driving. The speed breakers, the pits, the humps, all ceases to exist for him, the moment he is on the road (ofcourse driving). Concerning his safety and the fellow travelers safety (including me) I was forced to discuss this with him, but he always had his arguments ready to fight it. His office started talking about how fast he drives and it’s unsafe, but he would‘t listen. It made me feel as if he has stopped listening to me, or may be my word doesn’t make a difference to him anymore. I decided within myself not to talk bring this issue anymore in between our conversations, as it was leaving bitter taste in our mouths.
And then a week back…I woke up to extreme pain in my body, I could not walk straight, I had a swollen feet, I have lost my strength even to scream out of pain or cry. He wanted to drive me to the doctor. And, I was scared of the jumping car on bumpy Delhi roads, since even a single jerk was unbearable for me. But as I saw my pain in his eyes, I decided to go to the doctor.
As if I was walking on clouds. He seemed to have gained far sightedness, amazingly gazing every pit, turn, depression on the road, hump much before we reached that point. To my disbelief, he was driving at a speed he didn’t know even existed. Our small car (with average shockers) was almost sailing in a quite sea. And before and after every smallest of jerk caused, he would look at me with apologizing eyes and love twinkling there.
I have still not recovered yet and he is still driving safe, slow, smooth….only for me. Touchwood!!

Driving: After effects :)


I have fallen in love with him again.