The empty ground behind Vikram's office awaited Tara's enthusiastic arrival. Eager to learn driving, she wasn't walking; she was practically hopping with excitement. Vikram, catching the infectious energy, turned around when he heard her, his smile mirroring the anticipation.
Hi!
Hello madam, ready ah?
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I was born ready, va start panlam
Eyh, eyh, wait wait wait.
Halting Tara with a gentle touch, Vikram took charge of her belongings. Leading her towards the driver's seat of his car, he began to explain the intricacies of the vehicle,
Being the attentive student she was, Tara nodded in agreement. However, as Vikram opened the car door for her to take the driver's seat, Tara was taken aback to discover Shakthi and Rohit already seated in the back.
Neenga rendu perum enna panringa?
Sambrani poda vandhom
Tara clicked her tongue at Rohit, twisting her lips she turned to Vikram,
Vetti'ya dhan irundhan, variya'nu ketten. Vandhan
Idhuku na sonnadhae paravala polae
Tara couldn't help but chuckle at the banter. Turning her attention to the front, she found herself in the driver's seat, with Vikram leaning in from outside, the car door wide open.
Seri Tara, first'uh car'la yerunona yenna pananum?
Yenna pananum?
Kilinjadhu
Tara glared at Shakthi,
Seat belt podhanum ma
Ohhh
Tara apologized with a sheepish smile as she buckled her seat belt. It was a routine with Vikram, who often had to remind her like a chant to put on her seat belt. There were instances when Vikram had even threatened not to start the car if Tara didn't fasten her seat belt right away, especially when she occupied the passenger seat.
Tara shot another glare at Shakthi, this time fierce enough to make him cower behind her seat. Vikram proceeded to explain the gears, demonstrating how to shift them with the car safely on the brake.
