This is an ode to my cab.
That's right..my cab. Well alright, my ex cab.
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My cab, that has been with me through thick and thin.
The cab, that I stuck to, while it went through thick and thin.
The cab, which if had possessed eyes and ears, would have bawled like a baby.
The cab, which saw fist fights and wounds of war being inflicted on each of us.
The cab, which saw most of Chennai and many many movies on thirutu cds.
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The cab, which heard Margazhi Utsavams.
The cab, which saw many... *ahem* dramas unfold.
The cab, which saw breakfasts and lunches being stolen.
The cab, which felt the driver cowering behind the wheel, wondering if our company employed only zoo animals.
Aah...our cab.
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We miss you cab. I am sure you miss us too.
