Mamata Aunty came out wearing a white saree and a matching blouse. Her daughter Priya was wearing white loose jeans and a loose shirt. I sat in the driver’s seat while Priya sat in the front passenger seat and her Mom sat in the back seat. We had kept all the Pooja items in the dickie.

I started the car and moved it outside the compound. We drove in the city for a few minutes and finally hit the highway, where the traffic was minimal. I was driving the car at 60kmph as we were not in a hurry. “I have brought apples, see Rajesh,” Priya spoke, turning to me.