Missing U

The truth is ‘Relationship’ doesn’t come with a warranty card.
Yet, the over enthusiastic heart always think otherwise.
Take for instance, my second hand Maruti 800 which didn’t come with tall promises.
And I never realized that my association with my old car would run deep. Much deeper than I thought.
So, what if it didn’t have any power steering? And I had to gather all my might while steering the wheels when it was fully loaded.
So, what if its suspension and brake were showing traces of aging? And driving uphill always came with the double risk of automatically reaching downhill on a reverse note.
So, what if its horn were due retirement for long? And almost every night after work would refuse to blow.
Still it was mine. Treading through the chaotic lanes of my city S.
Never failing me. Never refusing to take me home.
Today, when it’s long gone, I cherish the odd hours when me and my old car would together travel miles in the deserted lanes, feeling safe in the company of each other.
The day I exchanged it for a new one, my heart ached and my eyes kept searching for the familiar grey.
But it was gone even before I blinked my eye. Didn’t even get a chance to say bye.
All I do is pray so that the old fellow does get it much earned retirement.