Divine Providence

Ruminating over a golden era gone by and over possessiveness filled me with nostalgia Ultimate luxury of vying for a car as well as owning a chauffeur driven one was Sadly for the migrated rulers who ruled over another dynasty across oceans The massive Ford drove into grandpa's driveway in the early forties Exactly thirty years later it stood dark, forlorn, inviting rust under the banyan tree Devoid of its master whose ashes were bestrewn within the old British Raj bungalow Benign weather peeled off layers of its glossy makeup despite its bare upkeep; our Undulating frustration as it drank too many gallons; moleskin upholstery on bucketed Seats laid bare its withered ribs, spouting foul smell in rain and sun; the rolling Tyres busted for the wheels didn't spin down the familiar roads along the hill; our Eyes got sore at its lost lustre while we heaved deep sighs at its opulent maintenance Divine providence intervened to refurbish the vintage for glorious view in the Museum Contest Judged on June 26, 2016 July 1, 2016 For Broken Wings Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada - 1 *Migrated rulers refer to the British rule in India