Few days back I was driving through Jubilee Hills when a car comes on the main road from a side alley. Well, deeming that beauty a simple car would be a disgrace to it. I have never seen a more gorgeous car. A low car with curvaceous body, it was a delight to look at. Being car-illiterate, I have no idea what make the car is and I am tired of looking at the car in the rear-view mirror of my bike. To find the make and to look properly at the car, I reduce my speed. For a few minutes I drive along side the car, I am still unable to find the make of the car, when all of a sudden the car reduces speed drastically. I think maybe the car is turning, don’t give it a second thought and continue along my way. But the car does not turn and is still on the same stretch of road as I am. I try to get beside the car again, but as soon as I reduce my speed, the car drops its speed even more. No matter how slow I got, the car continued to be slower then me. The car did not wish me to be beside it that was clear. Why? I had no idea. Baffled I left the matter at that and continued at normal speed regretting that I never found out the car’s make.
Soon I stopped at the traffic signal, and again in the rear-view mirror I spotted the car. As luck would have it, the car comes to a stop just beside me. I again start appreciating the car, when for the first time I notice the driver. The lady is busy rolling up the window on the side where I am standing. I am sure if it had been a comic book, her thought bubble would have been screaming obscenities at me. How I wish I could have explained to her that I had never even noticed her, I was not hitting on her; the only thing that had my notice was the beautiful car, and the only thing I was hitting on was the car. Sigh!