Alice was his first. He wondered whether his parents would like her and shuddered to think of the consequences if they didn’t.
She was exactly how he had imagined her to be. He ran his hand over her soft curves thinking of how he had fallen for her after seeing just a photograph of her. Her eyes shone bright and clear under the starlit sky and he didn’t want to leave her side even for a minute.
He was both excited and nervous as he walked towards the house.
His father answered the door bell. “So where’s the new car?”
Step 1: Wash off the dirt with soap and water.
Step 2: Wipe and dry the car.
Step 3: Use the wax polish and a soft cloth to polish the car.
Aman followed through the steps just like he’d seen Papa clean the yellow fiat on Sunday.
The car looked new. The wax polish had promised to make it shine like a mirror.
It was time to drive to office..
He screeched the car to a halt.
His sister had to choose this moment to cross the room.
Papa always said, “Pedestrians come first”.
ps. This is a late update for yesterday’s story. The computer and the internet conspired against me yesterday so I had to wait till this morning to share this with you.