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Mysuru from Bengaluru ......... continued part 2 :)

Continuing from Mysuru from Bengaluru


One might have seen people conspiring, a common picture these days. Have you ever seen the universe conspiring? It looks like it does. Corona was within the head for nearly a year. On that, we got stuck in the car for more than an hour. Also, people and vehicles were moving closer. We wanted an escape. It looked impossible.

 

I wanted to stretch. I felt the need for my car to rest as well. I turned the key off. We were then busy in our talks. After 5 minutes or so, the vehicles behind started honking to cover a few steps gap between my car and the front vehicle. The car wasn’t ready to move. It did not budge from its position. My elder was perplexed, “Amma! Not again”, were her exact words. The car battery had drained completely.

 

That very moment I knew, the car needed a jump start. With experience I knew, a push start would not work, and there was no scope for it. I half-closed the windows and got down from the car. I looked at the traffic behind. I raised my brows and hands. After all, I needed that long-awaited stretch. :D

 

The traffic police yelled, “Madam, I am here to control the traffic. Please get in.” Mini-me shouted, “You are an idiot.” I immediately patted on my car and showed double thumbs down. He understood. He was at a distance and took the effort to walk to me. By then, I spoke to people behind my car and got help to put the car in a corner. That was a task in itself. One of them wanted to try a push start in the limited space available. Their enthusiasm kept me silent. They tried, gave up and, then moved on. The traffic police were happy. The one near my car went back to his work. It was mad traffic and a mad crowd which was madder with my car stuck in the middle of the road.

 

It was around 7:30 pm or so. I was sure of getting help from a local mechanic. I went to a street food gadiwaala and quickly enquired a few things. It was only then that I realized that it was a Sunday. With that my belief dipped by 50%. I came back to the car, informed my mother and kids that I was going in search for a mechanic. I also updated that it was a Sunday and the chances were 50-50. I left the keys in the car and asked them to take help if they got any.

 

My mother does not use a mobile phone. Kids don’t use phone other than for their online classes or for talking to us when we are out. So technically none in the car had a phone. I felt the need to inform of this situation to someone who would not panic and would look at the solution than at the problem. Not that I expected a solution, but that they say when you talk it out, it unblocks it out too. I called them and walked my way in search of the mechanic.

 

Oh I just now realized it’s a Sunday. :D I missed my walk yesterday, I don’t want to miss it today. I am off for my walk. Byeee, until I catch up next.

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