i parked my car near school to pick the boys.
the auto-man glowered and said, i’d parked all wrong … he told me to re-park my car; park elsewehere or he’ll pull out the air in my tyres.
i was calm. i told him i’d be back in 5 minutes after picking the children. and i told him ‘please dont be angry … i only parked a little off because someone was drinking her coffee on the sidewalk , and i wanted to give her a little room.’
‘there was nobody here,’ he said.
‘there was too,’ i said.
and i disappeared.
when i fetched the boys, there he was still there sourer than ever.
i fished out a gift from the car i’d kept for someone else — and passed it to him… a box of soan papdi and a huge bright calender of indian dance forms.
i smiled and said ‘happy new year’.
and in return he gave me the mastercard 2013 moment of priceless expressions
and that explains my headline for this post.