After a lot of "Come on, you'll miss the train", I get into the car just as it finishes singing London bridge in a very annoying tone...Every morning, Appa drops me at Seetaphalmandi Station where I catch the train to Begumpet to get to college. It isn't just a 3 km drive. It is 3 km and 8 minutes of trying to shoo away or kill mosquitoes. Note that I do not like killing mosquitoes and face the guilt of a creature's blood on my hands. Wait, that's my blood!
Coming back to the point, these journeys completely scare me because I tend to get very paranoid on roads and jump every time Appa claps and slaps a mosquito, his hands a good 4 inches away from the steering wheel. The other much-preferred strategy is to open the window at repeated intervals for it to fly away, the sound of the radio going up and down with the sound of traffic. This strategy does bring in a lot of noise and pollution apart from the hope that the mosquito does not prefer the silence of the backseat.
This ordeal is a routine of sorts. Appa is used to assessing the possibility of a mosquito lurking close to his skin, I'm used to saying, "Don't worry, just drive. I'll take care of the mosquito." Then he claps at it again and I scream...Well, I'm beginning to wonder if the mosquitoes stay just because we look so amusing and sound so hilarious.
If you wonder how these nibbling creatures get into the car with the windows all rolled up, I don't know! They just do!
No monitoring the mosquito until Monday!
A note:
"Appa can afford to take such a risk because he is a very skilled driver"- Amma
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Great fun to read!
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