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Puncture

My car has low mileage, so son prefers we use my car for running errands. Son forgets who ends up with the gas bills? Me — correct! He doesn’t pay a dime.

We had gone to a friend’s party. The minute we reached, a tyre went flat. It looked like the left front had a puncture. At moments like these I’m thankful to God that I live with son. I don’t remember the exact lesson of changing a tyre from the driving academy I first attended. It was years ago, and this was the first time it happened to my car. Son discovered that he couldn’t change the tyre. 

He couldn’t change cause of the missing key of the locks on the tyre. He searched for it within the dashboard where last he had seen it. It appeared that when he had left the car for some minor work, the mechanic must have removed the key.

No key meant no change of tyre. We drove slowly back home at the end of the party. I had to pay for a new key, and new anti theft locks the next day. At the dealer it meant spending one fifty bucks to remove the old locks, so Son took us to a low cost garage where twenty bucks did the job.

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Puncture

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Call Me Sheen

How I got to be called SheenMeem? The dear inventor in this case is my elder brother whom I call Lala. He took the first letter from my actual name which is Sheen (ش) in Urdu language and S in English, and the last letter in my name which is Meem (م) in Urdu and M in English. He put them together. He likes to draw out both the words as in Urdu.

Whenever Lala visits me and I am not found outside on the lawn, near the entrance to the house or in the garage, (all these places normally I am not found there) he calls She…e…e….n Me…e……e..m He keeps calling till I materialize in front of him. By this time he is red in face and getting angrier by the minute, as to why I am not there when his Lordship deigned to visit me.

I try to explain, “I didn’t know you were going to be here,” but to no avail. He deems that I should have some extra sensory cells concerning him, to find out his untimely arrival at my place. Maybe I am saying my prayers or upstairs (takes time to trip down) or in the bathroom. All these explanations, he brushes them aside.

He should phone me, shouldn’t he? He doesn’t normally but once in a while when he does, (wonders of wonders) he doesn’t come at the specified time. I do get annoyed with him but I try to put up with him. You see he is my only brother alive, the other two died.

There, the doorbell is ringing. I better hurry and answer the door first, maybe there is Lala on the other side.

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