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Queen crashed one night.  Queen's my motorbike. My constant companion to all my rides. Without her, I'd be stranded. Unable to move. Two wheels and a lot of room for me and my dreams. One night, we rode down the familiar road back home. A man drove his autorickshaw into the middle of the road. So queen crashed into it. He told me it was my fault.  Itokke sredhikkande ambane? He said. You should watch were you are going young girl. Oh how my voice raised. I noticed bits and pieces of queen down the road. Broke my heart. Her body full of scars.  It was your fault - he insisted! So I called him every word in the dictionary. Funny how we all think we are the victim in our version of the story. Then I picked up the parts of my motorbike and left, still angry. Yet another day, I took her for a ride. She did not complain. I see people staring at her when we pass by. They probably are looking at her scars, her damages. I smirk. It wasn't our fault. We knew it. My body just like her

The Cool Guy

 Back in the day, I wanted to be cool. Hair curlers, skipping breakfast to burn those extra calories, English songs. English songs were a must. You wouldn't be cool if you didn't know any English songs. So songs I heard - Elvis, Jackson, One Direction, Bieber - anything every other cool people were listening to. 

One day, blasting an old song on the speaker while studying; my dad came in. He changed his clothes and listened to the music I played. 

"You know, back in the days, I used to listen to English songs too. They are fun" - he said, - "You should listen to Boney M. Their music is out of this world. Hear Rasputin"

I nodded, told him I would. But what did my dad know about any of it? I've never heard of any Boney Ms or Rasputins. It must be some silly little song. 

So, I didn't. I continued with my own genre of songs and music. 

And then, I grew up.

The genres changed, my tastes did too... I no longer wanted to be cool. Everyone was dancing up and down on Instagram, to tunes that would soon be a hit.

That's when an old song started to play along in many videos. A familiar song- a name I remembered - Rasputin!

People grooved to Boney M and Rasputin, shaking their bodies and reaching millions of views. The song was magical. I realized Dad was the cool guy. He has been a cool guy all his life.

His childhood stories could sell millions if I write about them, and one day I surely will. So from one wanna-be cool person to another - if your super cool dad tells you to listen to an old song because it's heavenly, you better believe him! He knows!

 

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