I drove. Papa. In his car. Yeah. That was my day. Other things may have happened, I wouldn’t know, I was only thinking of this. There mustn’t be much left in life to do now. If that was not enough, I feel like such a captain of my own ship. I asked papa to teach me to drive instead of throwing hints around and waiting for a grand proposal. I started the car and did not fumble. Like I used to forget the alphabet due to performance pressure in front of him. He even answered a call while I drove. That was the high point of my day.
Rest of the car ride I was dreaming of little big dreams of road trips with my sister. To wondrous lands of hills, rivers, and setting suns. This is great because now my ‘Long term to-do list’ always has 2 things added to it before one can be stricken out. So scary is this ‘running ahead of time’ ploy of my mind. Plans trips and long drives when it figures the difference between a clutch and a steering wheel. Even scarier is the potential for change life holds. In days, you are driving your father around, one random day you have a job, in 25 years you captain your own ship, even fund it may be, in 6 months I may even have high self-esteem. Who can tell?
And what a waste would it be if we don’t harness this capacity to its potential. Look at this man reading the newspaper at the bank of Ganga like it’s a usual thing. Imagine creating a routine around a new place. Maybe a magnificent one. Make it your normal every day. Image putting your clothes to dry in a backyard with the view of the Himalayas. Imagine hating on Trump while drinking Tea in Shimla. I think I am going to pick a month and a backpack. What do you think?