Nupur Agrawal
Dear Cherry
10 years back when I first saw you, I knew you were it. Though my father preferred you in grey or black, your cherry red shine was love at first sight, even though I never believed in it. I still don’t, but you stand there as the only exception. Your long wheelbase and unconventionally attractive exterior made you a don’t-think-twice kind of a choice. I knew at once that you would be that beautiful thing of my life that’s coming in a compact package who won’t ask for too much space but give me plenty – just the way I like. You weren’t too wild or too docile, somewhere in the middle perhaps, and I have always liked to be surprised.
You weren’t my first but I know I was yours hence I tried to be as gentle as I could. That never goes well, does it ? Very soon we switched roles and you became the protector, saving me from every kind of hurt, evil and dead out there. You have been my partner in crime, seen me through my best and worst times, and supported me with your simple and tough interior when I had no where else to go. One more thing, I remember how on Holi, when I stained your seats with gulaal & even pakke rang, you gave it right back to me by colouring me pink for many many days ahead whenever I tried to get too close to your belt. I knew that it was finally an equal relationship. You laughed with me, cried with me, got drenched with me and even sung to me to pep me up. We have climbed great heights, almost fallen together, banged together and finally, risen together. Today, I just want you to know that the sun might try to fade your sheen and the neighbour’s cat might continue to scratch your back, but I will always be your first and you will always be my dearest coming-of-age sweetheart.
Happy 10 years of togetherness, it’s been an adventurous journey so far.
P.S. I love you.
Yours Loyally
First Love
