Personal Narrative Essay: How To Drive A Car

Hi all…. These are the days where almost everyone knows how to drive a car. Even me! But, today I am going to share an experience of a woman who is a proud granny now. I had the honour of listening to her experience a few weeks ago. The story begins…..

She was a girl of dreams. She had an N number of dreams like going for higher studies, raising pets at home, speaking good English and there is one thing she dreamt of, almost every night... It is nothing but driving a car by herself. Those were the days when there were very limited vehicles on the road, of course, they could be counted on our fingers. Of which most of them were bicycles and bullock carts. Scooters were a rare sight. Now you could guess what would have been the case of cars!

For her, making all her dreams come true was something impossible as all other women of her age. She had completed her PUC by then. She asked her parents if she could continue her studies, but that dream of her’s was put off by them. After a few years, the burning desire to learn driving made her to seek permission from her parents. They smiled but did not answer her. She thought her parents would let her learn driving. After a few days, her parents gifted her something, which she could never forget…. Yes! But it was a handsome guy, an engineer at the Public Works Department. Alas! She thought “ all my dreams have been shattered for life”. She was a young lady aged 22 when she got married. She made up her mind and became a dutiful wife and an obedient member of a big joint family. Slowly, as time passed by, she merged herself into her duties and the desire for driving started fading away. It came to light at times when she watched films where the actors used to drive cars. She once expressed

She was a mother of two. Both of them were employed and one was married. Life was going well, but there was no pleasure as her passion went missing years back. Now comes the twist. There was a surprise from her children on their 30th wedding anniversary. It was an enrolment form from a reputed driving school in the city. She could not believe her eyes. Tears rolled down as her soul danced in joy. She hugged her husband. She knew, it was he who was behind this surprise. But then a thought struck her suddenly… Can I? I am an aged lady. I cannot follow the instructions easily. My hands, eyes and legs won't co-ordinate. She thought about it for a whole day and then she confessed to her beloved that she was happy with what she was and did not want to learn driving. Her beloved husband pacified her and boosted the confidence in her saying that she could do it and that he would also accompany her to driving classes daily if she wanted him to. She was excited and spell bound for his love and care. They both went to the classes together. There were a few hiccups at first, but slowly, she picked up. She could not manage putting the gear and pressing the clutch simultaneously. At times, she hit the brakes instead of the accelerator. Her instructor was very patient and always tried to motivate her when she had the blues. On the D-day, it was she who cleared the licence test in the first chance despite there were many youngsters around who could not. She felt proud of