I drove to my village

First I smile, :) and now I begin. This day began just like any other. Didn't have anything to do. Yes, its been some time now. I am this state of not doing anything. This serious condition that I have afflicted myself with, will continues till the next week. All of a sudden, my mom wanted to accompany my dad and mama to console a disconsolate relative whose old man will be bidding adieu to everyone in a few days. And this is how I came into the picture. Mama had a stiff neck after he drove to Belgaum a day before. So, all fingers pointed at Preeti. I am still a learner's license driver. Ever since I completed my driving lessons, Mama has been pestering me to take up a family driver's job. Well, I didn't really mind, since my day was filled with VOID. As I took the wheel I did not know how satisfying the journey it would turn to be. The reasons are: 1) This was the first time I was driving the car to my village which is situated at a distance of 30 km 2) I was driving with my parents comfortable at the rear. :) I had complete control of the engine. Till my last drive to Dharwad, my dad was always looking over my shoulder for an oncoming gaadi, speed breakers, pedestrians, etc etc. Today was different. He let me take the wheel for myself. More than my mom who was tensed. She had a completely different disposition today. She, dad and mama were engrossed with picking up news about in the family. The drive till my village was uneventful until I entered the main road of my village. It had predominantly ages old mud houses lining the thoroughfares.

My village is just like any other that spot India. Not very developed, not very backward either. But it is rare to see a gal driving. And this is the reason which I had missed when I witnessed strange stares from one and all. The stares bore the bonnet of the car and pricked me. My dad was all smiles. So was my mama. Being blissfully aware of all this, I was trying to veer the car between the sauntering folks, bored cattle and chatty women. My dad had strictly warned not to horn. Why? Its his village. He was brought up here. He considered it a blasphemy to be honking. Instead, I was asked to wait and let people take their time to move across. As I pulled over at the entrance of our house, the house that has seen at least 5 generations, my dad's brother was maha happy. He said, 'finally women in my family are driving'.