Some goodbyes are loud.
Some are emotional.
And then there are goodbyes that feel like closing the door of a house you once lived in.
Selling my first car, my i20, last week felt exactly like that.
I bought it in January 2020.
I let it go six years later.
Between those two moments, the car didn’t just move us forward – it lived life with us.
The First Milestone That Changed Everything 🚗
Buying my i20 was not about owning a car.
It was about:
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Independence
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Responsibility
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Confidence
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A sense that I could now take my family wherever life demanded
That first day, holding the keys, I didn’t think about mileage, features, or resale value. I thought about possibility.
From Long Family Trips to Relatives’ Doorsteps
Very early in its life, the i20 understood one thing clearly – it was a family car.
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Long journeys with family
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Endless trips to relatives’ houses
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Weekend drives that stretched longer than planned
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Luggage packed beyond logic
There was a time in the beginning when the car carried 13 family members on a ghat road – a memory that now feels unbelievable but unforgettable. Some of my closest relatives even occupied the boot space, laughing through the curves, while the car quietly did its duty.
Safety rules aside, those moments were about togetherness, trust, and pure human closeness.
When the Car Became More Than a Car
Over time, my i20 took on many roles – effortlessly.
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🏠 A house during unexpected waits
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🚑 An ambulance during urgent midnight situations
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🏁 A racing car on empty highways when the road allowed
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🚐 An RV on long drives and unplanned halts
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🧘 A place of peace when silence was needed
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🎭 A stage for family drama – arguments, debates, laughter, and reconciliation
It saw everything.
It absorbed everything.
And it never complained.
Emergency Nights That Stay With You Forever
Some memories are etched deeper than others.
During midnight emergency situations – including the Corona period and the LG Polymers incident – the i20 carried my family without hesitation.
On those nights, uncertainty filled the air.
We drove to the beach in the middle of the night, not for enjoyment, but for safety and clarity. Inside the car, with family around, we rested and slept, listening to silence, processing fear, and finding comfort in being together.
At that moment, the car wasn’t metal and wheels.
It was shelter.
A Quiet Companion Through Highs and Lows
There were days of pressure, frustration, and mental exhaustion. On such days, I would drive to a quiet, lonely place – no distractions, no conversations – just sitting inside, allowing thoughts to settle, regaining balance before returning to life.
And then there were days of joy – achievements, relief, happiness – when I shared that feeling the only way I knew how: by driving straight to the beach, letting the road stretch the moment a little longer.
The i20 witnessed both – silently, loyally.
Built on Trust
In six years, what mattered most was trust.
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It always started
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It always reached home
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It never abandoned us
Yes, it aged.
Yes, parts were replaced.
Yes, time showed its marks.
But reliability never faded.
The Final Drive
Handing over the keys was calm.
I cleaned it one last time – not as a ritual, but as a thank-you. I stood for a moment, not looking at the car, but at the years it represented.
Then I let it go.
Why the First Car Is Always Special
Your first car isn’t measured in kilometers.
It’s measured in:
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Family moments
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Emergencies handled
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Silence endured
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Joy shared
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Growth witnessed
This car carried phases of life, not just people.
A Thank You That Will Always Remain
To my i20 –
Thank you for being:
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A home when we needed one
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A protector during uncertain nights
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A companion in joy and stress
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A silent witness to family life in all its forms
You were never “just a car”.
You were part of the family.
Goodbye, my i20.
You’ll always have a place in my story. 🚘✨
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