Rest Stop

‘We are low on fuel. Let’s stop at the next gas station for a refill.’- she tells her driver. Soon enough the car pulls over towards an Indian Oil refill station on the busy metro highway. Of course there is a line, she thinks to herself.

As they wait for their turn, boredom sets in. She looks out the window aimlessly at other cars and vehicles. Two wheelers are in a separate line. Vehicles that require a diesel refill are also in a different queue. She imagines a funny thing.

What if these vehicles could talk to each other? What if they ARE actually conversing and us humans are blissfully unaware of it! She likens the cars to horses of the olden days. The days of the cart and carriage, horse driven. A popular mode of transport from the Victorian times; which traversed across borders and countries.

Imagine a congregation of horses at a rest stop. Slowly grazing on the green grass in a meadow, or drinking water by a watering hole. Probably talking to each other.

‘This grass is delicious!’
‘My little brother is on another route by the other side of town.’
‘I feel tired, but we are only midway there.’
‘I love my owner as he cares and provides for me on journeys or otherwise.’
‘I recently had a baby girl and she is adorable.’

She chuckles at this thought as her car pulls ahead. The line is moving. What would these cars and bikes talk about if they could?

‘Damn, this constant honking is killing me.’
‘I am due for servicing. I’ll get some rest there.’
‘These potholes are the worst. They hurt my back!’
‘I was bought about a month ago. Look how shiny my red coat is!’
‘There is a ‘Baby on Board’ sign on me. And the little boy is absolutely gorgeous.’

Watering hole or gas station — these are basically rest stops. For our travel providers the much needed refill on fuel and a break in the long journeys. :)