Some things never change — like those beautifully painted trucks that have rolled alongside me since childhood.

They’re not just vehicles; they’re moving murals — homes on wheels carrying laughter, longing, and life across the country.

Each truck is a personality.They flirt with the wind, wear parandas on their mirrors, and smile in neon.

Every swirl of paint, every bird or flower, feels like a fragment of the driver’s soul left behind on the metal.

I’ve always found them fascinating — each region speaks in its own design dialect.From bold Rajasthani borders to Kashmiri strokes, every truck is a rolling canvas of dreams.

Their wisdom is painted loud and clear:

“Use Dipper at Night.”

“Horn Please.”

And, of course, the legendary farewell — “Ok Tata, Bye Bye.”

Sometimes they drop truth bombs in perfect Bollywood style —

“Zindagi ek safar hai suhana” right beside “Speed thrills but kills.”

Flirting on one side, philosophy on the other — that’s balance, desi edition.

And while SUVs and sedans may cut lanes and rush like they own the road,these truckers — except few careless ones  — usually drive with a strange sense of grace, rhythm, and loyalty to their lane.

They’ve travelled farther than most of us ever will.Their painted tails whisper stories of distant homes, of nights spent under unfamiliar skies, of friendships formed at dhabas over steel cups of tea.

And when you read that little “Ok Tata” on the back, it always feels like an old friend waving goodbye —familiar, affectionate, and full of promise to meet again.

So next time if  your UP25 finds a giant decked up TN15, or WB24 rumbling past,pause for a moment… and realise the journey it has taken —the miles, the memories, the music, and the man behind the wheel.

Because somewhere between our Shudh Desi honk and the highway —

there’s a life story happening..

————-Suvi’s Scribbles