Rush
The stretch of road looked perfect.
No speed humps. Thin traffic. Cool January air. No helmet.
Past University junction, the throttle opened as if by telepathy.
The Royal Enfield Thunderbird outran its own bark and sped across the dimly lit blurry continuum.
The bike was eager, its enthusiasm intoxicating.
Why wouldn’t I speed? Why wouldn’t I shirk and run from my problems?
I could leave today and not look back. It did not have to be uncomfortable or confrontational.
Why wouldn’t I misbehave?
As the speedo ticked past triple digits, the logic incestuously agreed with itself.
In the distance, I saw some traffic lights.
Would I?
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Turbulence
Swimming smoothly through the sun rays, the bird flew effortlessly.
Make cycling great again
Like the horse, it became an instrument of leisure and not of cheap, carbon free transportation for short distances.
A History
The newness of everything had faded. Even momentary renewal would have helped. So I left. Went as far as I dared. When the scenery was just about unidentifiable, I stopped. Near a cinema. Went in and bought a ticket. Didn't know what was playing or when.
Frenzy
One simple mistake leads to a severe penalty. Or so I think. In the moments that follow, my inner star is starved of all its fuel and implodes into a black hole. Sucking up all the joy around me. There is no mirth, no hope. I straddle a weird line - something between going throug...
We quit the Race
“Get up little sister, the morning is bright. And the birds are all singing, to welcome the light!”
Flow State
Right at the eye of the chaos, there is a moment of clarity.
Dad was happy
Year 2008, I was in 7th standard. Infact I had just completed 7th standard.