A gift from her father, the scooty was a symbol of Nirmala’s independece.
“Nimmo, this is for you,” Nirmala still remembered the day when her father presented her the set of keys.
There was resistance. “So much freedom for a girl is not good,” said grandma, “she has to go to her in laws.” But father stood his ground.
“papers look fine,” Nirmala was roused from her reverie by the dealer of used vehilces, “give me the keys.”
Graduating from a scooty to a car, Nirmala was sad she was losing an old trusted friend and a bunch of memories.
Word Count: 100
Photo Credit : C E Ayr
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