Phase 2: Immediately afterwards and the US Phase!
The first year
of Sprout’s life flew by, a few months of which were spent in Charlotte, US,
before I gave up on being the wife and mother under house-arrest and headed
back to good old Mumbai. My fault, entirely, the house arrest bit, before you
start thinking that Worse Half is actually bad. I don’t know how to drive.
Correction. I strongly believe that I am
incapable of learning how to drive.
So you can see how a country driven by cars, and I, yours truly, cannot
really be soul sisters. Give me Mumbai any day. You may have to choke on a mouthful
of smoke – often, rather than occasionally – and movement beyond 20 km per
hours is perhaps possible only at 2 a.m., but you can afford to hire a driver,
a liveried chauffeur even, for the well-heeled. They come in all shapes and
sizes. Some spit (increasingly common), some don’t. Some make you thank the
stars that anti-deodorants were invented.
Some have driver’s licenses while others prefer a more practical “learn
on the job” approach.
But people, I am
complaining. They get me from point A to B in relative safely and after
Charlotte, what I really cared about was mobility at will.
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