July 9, 2014
July 4, 2014
May 29, 2014
So after almost a year of driving in India, my car has accumulated its fair share of scrapes and scratches. With monsoon only a few weeks away, I decided I ought to get it detailed to prevent any further damage, even though it'll be in storage over the summer.
One of the selling points of the dealership from which I bought my car was that it not only provided insurance, but also a full service maintenance garage. One stop everything - which is a luxury in India! I gave them a call, arranged the pick up, and off they went with my car. By afternoon they sent a text message with the cost breakdown and service time.
Here's what part of the message said:
May 26, 2014
There's a voice I hear
In my head sometimes,
That's definitely not my own.
It's sharp and stern,
Shocked, though amused, and
Accompanied by a look of disbelief.
I love this voice.
It makes me smile.
It's my measure for everything funny.
Sometimes it's my dad.
Sometimes it's Thea Mary.
And it only ever says one thing.
'What the hell's the matter with you?!'