Carwatching I remember I used to go carwatching, like people go birdwatching. Not exclusively, but every time we went out, I used to love to observe cars, whether I was walking, on a two-wheeler, or in the car, I loved to observe cars, analyse their design, talk about them to Papa, I could recognize whether this company's car has twinned with that company's older model (Nissan Sunny and Renault Scala), I could identify whether this car is older than the other car of the same brand, but most of all, I had started this because I could see faces in them, funny faces, bitch faces, aunty faces, fatcat faces, baby faces, frog faces, and I totally used to LOVE doing that! Like Suzuki cars like Baleno and Ertiga looked at me like Aunties with their eyelids half open and mouths hanging low; MS Ritz looked like a frog with a big jaw, which I proudly called "Toad on the Road"; Hyundai Verna looked like a magical princess, and so on. I remember seeing a car, whose name I didn't know, so I stopped in the middle of the street to READ the name, forgetting the traffic, forgetting to cross, and later got a good roast for "heights of carelessness". I loved doing that, and I had started observing and analysing motorcycles too as a pastime, putting 'em into categories and CC engines, but then the lockdown happened.
