Unnoticed
- Writers Pouch
- Jan 14, 2011
- 3 min read
Updated: Jun 11
I was manufactured in Mumbai, and my manufacturer made thousands more like me before naming all of us “Street Racer”. I wasn’t as popular as my peers, but I had my own merits, like not being too heavy and travelling faster than most. After being shipped to Visakhapatnam along with many others, I was covered in plastic before being put on display as a spectacle in the showroom.
For weeks, I only had admirers. However, since I lacked the strength, many buyers would just walk away, deciding I could not carry their weight. In time, the sales manager informed the main dealer that the Street Racer model was not being bought by the public, and I’ve lost hope of having brothers in the future.
In time, I even lost hope and concluded that I wouldn’t be purchased. I dreaded the thought of being dismantled, like many unsuccessful models, and used as spare parts for upcoming models. However, to my rescue, on 18th May 2009, my master chose me, and his father purchased me.
