And the Award goes to...The Return of the Prodigal Car!

It was a hot, sweaty evening in Mumbai (like most evenings in Mumbai ). I was out shopping on the streets of Lokhandwala when my phone rang and an unnaturally calm voice said, "Listen carefully..." Needless to say I got so psyched, I pressed the phone even closer to my ear. "What happened?" I whispered back. "Listen very carefully 'coz I'm going to say this just once..." the voice said very slowly. I'm sure my eyes were round as saucers and my mobile was sweating in my hands. "Ok, I'm listening. What is it?" I asked equally slowly, my heart thumping wildly.
"It is back", the voice replied with barely suppressed glee.

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So our car got stolen last year... right after we moved into our new house and went out to watch a movie and celebrate new beginnings. Yeah. A huge snicker from God if there ever was one! As for insurance, don't even get me started. Suffice to say that we were paying the monthly installments for a non-existent car for the past 9 months. That is, till the cops called us one hot, sweaty early evening and said in their typical charming manner - "Haan aapko insurance nahin mila na? Toh aake gaadi le jao. Aapki gaadi mil gayi hai". (Yeah, you haven't got your insurance right? So come take your car. We have got it back.)