I was driving past
Yashwantrao Chavan towards
Cuffe Parade when a drunk driver in a
Tata Indigo taxi skidded and rammed into the right of my very precious Honda City, who has been a constant companion these past few years. I went back home and then with my parents and brother reported the accident to the police. The doctor at the hospital in Crawford Market where I
had to do an alcohol test, randomly noted that I was "smelling of alcohol" when all I had was a small glass of white wine a few hours before the
accident. But they got the "not under the influence" part right, luckily. We must have reported the accident around 12 AM and we were home only by 4 AM, a bit shaken. The police left me without charges.
I was driving past Yashwantrao Chavan towards Cuffe Parade when a drunk driver in a Tata Indigo taxi skidded and rammed into the right of my very precious Honda City, who has been a constant companion these past few years. I went back home and then with my parents and brother reported the accident to the police. The doctor at the hospital in Crawford Market where I 
had to do an alcohol test, randomly noted that I was "smelling of alcohol" when all I had was a small glass of white wine a few hours before the accident. But they got the "not under the influence" part right, luckily. We must have reported the accident around 12 AM and we were home only by 4 AM, a bit shaken. The police left me without charges.
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