Indicators

So I've been thinking of buying a car. I always thought I'd buy the most fuel-efficient, low maintenance, sturdy mechanics car, but I have a lovely little brother. He loves the big, shiny things in life and can be very persuasive with his charm.So I thought of a lot of cars, thought of my budget and again thought of a lot of cars. Then came the new Alto K10 but bros said it looks like a creature from Tralfamadore. Then I thought of the Chevrolet Beat and kept thinking about it. At this very opportune time, my friends also decide to buy new cars- the Volkswagen Polo and the Ford Figo. Another friend drives the Fiat Punto.  And I noticed that I was noticing cars all the time. Piqued by my lack of attention, my Maruti started getting even with me. Clutch Bearings, suspension, steering wheel, all the big expenses that my little car could ask for came home uninvited. One not so fine day, in the midst of the IFFCO Chowk mayhem, I was trying to turn right. And I cursed as I hit the indicator. My last memory of it was that it was not working for a long while, like my odometer and I was used to getting exasperated every time I tried to point my car right. But that morning it worked! The mechanic had fixed it. I had been so flustered by the repair, trips to the mechanic, by the new car search , the car loan stuff, selling old car search. The blinking indicator was like a poultice. The rhythmic blinking was somehow so peaceful, so distant from the conundrum of a new car.
It was probably the right indicator.