Easy Fix
by Ben Huberman
Write a post about any topic you wish, but make sure it ends with “And all was right in the world.”
A relative had brought a gift of a sack full of corn flour. I knew I wouldn’t be able to use all that amount of flour.
My (late) husband R, and I, both loved Jawar ki Roti (bread made from cornflour). I always cooked Saag Gosht (spinach with mutton meat) with it. It was food straight from Heaven, and simply delicious.
I divided the flour into four equal parts, one for us, one for my elder brother Lala, and the two for friends.
We already had our mid-day meals, so I phoned Lala I was coming to bring him fresh cornflour.
There is just one road to University Town, and it remains congested at best of times. It was my ill-luck in what happened to us. A truck driver was in a hurry. Ahead of him was a bus. The driver squeezed past between the space. He damaged the left front door of my car. My lovely car was ruined in a moment. I had never thought something like this would ever happen to me.
I couldn’t stop the silent tears, which ran down my face, as I looked at my car. Thank God, we weren’t injured, and in a few days my car was again as good as new, and all was right in my world.
Flowers and Breezes 
Am glad you all were ok!
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Thanks Sam.
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Poor thing, I can relate. Car accidents really upset me too. I also am glad it all had a good ending!
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Thank you. The driver of the truck seeing my tears just said, “forgive me”, and went away. The police chap did nothing to stop him, and that was the day I learnt, that I can’t expect help from the police.
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Wow that sucks! So you were stuck with the entire bill?
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I went to the dealer of the car first. Their quote for repairs were sky high for a new door. Fortunately found one person at a manageable cost by me. He restored the original door superbly.
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