For years you toiled, a friend, a faithful mate
Helped shape life by the bit; I complained
yet, steady as a rock you stayed
In memoriam, I raise a toast, brother
In memoriam, I let those tears flow
Forever you I shall remember
Farewell precious, you leave a memory etched in gold
Written in fond memory of the first car we had in the family, a '96 model Maruti 800 which was retired two days back. It was the first car my father bought. The car I learnt to drive in. We used it more roughly than in a gentle manner. It had its share of accidents too. The last one was pretty brutal. On taking delivery of the new vehicle, both my father and I were sadder to see it go than being happy at the prospect of owning a new car.
It is funny how humans attach sentiments to inanimate objects. It is weird that a normal momento means such a lot. I guess it is just how we are wired .
We'll never forget you!
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