Today, I finally understand why some people refer to it as 'my baby'.
It looks so young and shiny and bright. It looks eager to move around and sometimes, when it thinks no-ones looking, I can see it blink with anticipation to seek the beyond. It purrs and zips about here and there, so keen to explore every inch of this place, this city, this world.
It's enthusiastic and rambunctious and can't contain itself, even on a bustling road or an area choc-o-bloc with cars and cows. It can't help itself. It's young.
In time there will be love. Right now, there is satisfaction and an incredible, incredible fondness. Since the time I got it, my heart changed into this trembling, fluttering vortex. There is this overwhelming sense of being capable of handling it...or even worthy of handling it. I got it a week ago, all gleaming in this shade of blue that that you see over pastures in spring. It's with me at work now.
My Ozone blue Swift zxi, who I shall call Bandra - because one must continue the legacy of young happiness....of having seen pastures with blue spring skies.
Bandra - my baby.