🚗 The Girl Called Dacia — Dr. Chari’s Love Story on Four Wheels

🚗💛 The Girl Called Dacia

Most people think of cars as machines. Dr. Chari never did.

To him, his old 7-year-old Dacia was not just a vehicle — she was Dacia, a gentle, steadfast companion who had carried him through rainstorms, winding hill roads, and moonlit drives.

He first saw her on a breezy afternoon, parked outside Mira Anjali’s little farm gate.

Mira — the Spanish lady with a smile like the first sip of summer wine — leaned against the bonnet, calling her Conchita’s chariot. She was leaving for a newer model and teased,

“Dr. Charí, she’s old… maybe a little stubborn… like you. But she’ll love you if you love her back.”

It was a strange thing to say about a car. But Chari bought her anyway.

From that day, Dacia became more than steel and wheels.

She was spacious enough for market hauls, reliable enough to trust on long drives to distant patients, and quiet enough to let his thoughts wander between science and Vedanta.

She didn’t complain when he played old Carnatic ragas one day and Spanish guitar the next — perhaps a leftover habit from Mira’s days with her.

And Rock she did with even old tamil, hindi songs as moods of Dr Chari decided.

Sometimes, on dusky evenings, Mira would wave from her gate as he drove past, a teasing sparkle in her eyes.

“Still holding on to her, Sir Charí? Not trading her for something younger?”

And Chari would smile, his hands resting with quiet pride on the wheel.

He never said it aloud, but Dacia carried a part of Mira’s spirit with her — that mix of warmth, mischief, and quiet loyalty.

In the world’s eyes, she was an old car.

In Chari’s heart, she was a story on four wheels — one that held memories, carried unspoken emotions, and, like a faithful friend, never left his side.

Even now, as he drives her through the tree-lined roads of Ponmanipudi, the sunlight on her dashboard feels almost like a soft hand resting on his — a reminder that some loves, whether for a woman or a car, are best measured not in years, but in the quiet way they stay.