My face has turned red like a cherry tomato, not because of the scorching summer heat but of the simmering anger that bubbles within me; this happens whenever I am in the driving seat, driving the car. My husband sits beside me, guiding me through the lanes and streets of the city. I am still in the learning phase, trying courageously to conquer the fear that grips me; at the sight of rushing vehicles that whizzes beside me, sometimes they barge through the opposite sides, honking, signaling, and gliding with speed. God knows what power they possess! I see them seated with their collars up, nostrils inflated, and munching chewing gum; the vanity they carry along is a sight to behold.Â