Destructive Distillation

"Six of us. How will we sit in the car. Wont it be cramped? ", says my sister.
"Why dont I sit in the boot?", I say as I open it and put a travelling bag.
"Abba! No!"
"Seriously I wanna do it. Octavia's boot is large. I think I will be comfortable."
"Annu! You wont have air supply you will choke.."
"Let him. It is ok. Nothing will happen", says dad.
"Let us see..Close the door once ....Its ok in here." Actually I was gulping for air.
"Open the door. Close it slowly and partially leaving the light on." Says dad.
"Okie."
"Just call away when you arent comfortable.." says mom.
"Ya sure.. I will shout hoarse".
They sit in the car... "Can you hear us?"
"Yaa. Can you?"
"Yes. Thats good."

The car rolls over. It is hot in here. It feels like my room in mid summer with all windows closed.
We move on.. The hardness of breath has now passed and am messaging a friend.
Then I ponder and look around and try using the travelling bag as a pillow. Its nice.

"Annu, how is the suspension. How is the ride?"
" Hmmm it feels like a Santro's backseat ride.."

"Are you getting any air from the AC?" asks dad.
"It is like the AC in a Maruti 800...No AC vent in here "
"I know. If you like it there, why dont we get one fixed and you can sit there always."
Giggles all around.

Hmm I am bored.. I notice the amplifier above my head. Good."Dad!", I shout out. "Switch on the Radio , I want Radio Mirchi."
"Sure."
Music plays on.. some stupid song is playing.. this is not good.
"I want Rainbow."
"Ok."

grab a brush and put a lil make up
u wanted to... WOW chopsuey...
I don't think you trust
"People this is music. I am loving it.."
in your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me
I sing along aloud...
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, DIE
This is cool! Listening to rock in the trunk.
Then they play a stupid remix version of In the End... and I explore the place around me. I shift to a newer and more relaxed position.

A break now. 4th day ka play shuru nahi hua, WI hai something for 1 ..oho.. but why has the car stopped?
"Are we there yet?? "
India is again faced by bad luck varun dev rok diya khel ko, bharat ko pehle match bhi close main choot gaya.. ya ya
"No dad's wearing seatbelt police ahead" my sister tells me.
"We are taking a diversion"
Back to Radio mirchi.. A record of sorts radio playing rock in the car for this long!! Maybe because I was in the trunk.
"Take your own time I say.."

A feeling of large amount of roll signify the large number of sharp turns just near my house.
Well here we are.. I hear the sound of the hand brake..
"How was it ??"
"Good enough should try for a longer distance next time."