The tiny scratch..

Dear Preethi and Jagdish uncle,

I'm so happy to inform u that my sister is comming home along with her daughter. Preethi, u know, i am going 2 b an uncle 4 the 2nd time.

2day was a litle bit different day 4 me. I luv saturday mornings. I can sleep overtime, and has a full day left 2 spend time in different ways.
I spent a good time reading books, couple of hours sleeping, and had to drive amma and her collegues to a funeral.
When my amma asked me to drive, i was so happy. I luv driving. I always wanted to hangout with my car. U know that i luv journeys,don't u?
Our destination was just about 20 kM away from my home, but as it was a chance which i got after many weeks, i was ready to rip the road; nomatter how short the journey was.

We bought a new car few months b4. Santro Xing. The most luxurious car that can b afforded by a middle class family. My father cares 4 my car, just like he cares 4 me.
V packed the car with 2 lean teachers, a nun & another fat teacher in the rear seat, with me and amma in front. The road from my amma's school has a sinusoidal profile.
V all were startled by a creaky sound that swept through the bottom of door near to the driver's seat. The ladies made their usual SIGH, which made me feel that the car tumbled upside down.
I knew that my car was overloaded and the ground clearence was too low 2 climb the crest and trough.But the SIGH left a stimulus of caution, 2 which i responded by driving carefully.

Funerals r always painful. Even someone who feels happy about a person's end pretends to be buried in a grave of agony.For that matter Jagdish uncle, ur place is the best.
U all celebrate death with cheers and drum beats. May be u r celebrating the dead man's happiness for leaving this miserable world,aren't u?..

I left my amma's collegues @ school. When I came back 2 home, i noticed a tiny scratch on my car's rear bumper. I called appa.He looked @ me and the scratch.

"What?"I asked.

"What? Tell me what happened." Said appa.

"I don't know. I am seeing this 4 the 1st time; just like u".Replied me.

"But this wasn't there yesterday".
"I said i don't know"....
As usual, i went 2 amma, and told abt the scratch and appa's comment. Again, as usual, adrinaline shot up in my blood.
This time, i was not imagining a conversation, but told amma, that how could appa disbelieve me. I told her that now-a-days he showed a little hesitation 2 lend me the car.
Appa was still looking at the scratch, and i thought that he was thinking abt some points to justify his stand.

"Amma, I won't drive anymore. Appa don't believe me. And how can i drive safe if he does not lend me the car wholeheartedly?"

I left the scene and started with '5point someone'.I could hear amma's voice a bit raised, and Appa was arguing with her in much loud but indistinct voice.

Here comes the usual climax, whenever i imagine a conversation in which i argue with my appa, quote emotional dialogus, which makes him feel sorry 4 what he said.

Sometimes he say sorry to me, or gives me a miserable look, with his eyes filled, which says " Why dont u understand me, my son? Who else do i have to express my feelings?"
And to my honest truth, at that moment i feel like getting a headshot from a magnum sniper rifle, and die instantly, rather than seeing tears roll down from his eyes.
And when we embrace each other, with our eyes and mind filled, there is no precious moment in this world,worth more. I luv my dad....

I dedicate this note to all who has missed this love.....

Bye Preethi,
Bye Uncle......