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" ... It's a new car... It's a new car... " I repeated the sentence in half breath. That was all I could utter. The Indian man and its Indian female companion kept on uttering words in Indian language which I cannot understand. To sum it all up, 7:29 p.m. on September 15th, 2013 has thought me something.
It shaken my thoughts. Got me thinking. There are so many things I need to do. So many things I have not said. Right words. It is just so many undone business. Though the accident seems like any other car accidents which you have witnessed before, to me, it is different.
I could have been hit a car or I could have hit a motorcyclist which came from my right. Either way, it would be a bad ending to any party. A very bad one.
As the entire ordeal done, with my car in the workshop, I did what I thought I should do.
" I cannot miss this one out, " I said to myself. I made that one call to that one person. The rest as they say, it is history.
More to come and more to do. But, heck, I am not alone. And I know that now.
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