Second Love....

It has been one of my long time desires to own a bike. But my parents and some friends were against it as they had fears of their own (probably they were just being over protective). Then one fine day, luck favored me when I was shifted to an office very nearby to my residence. My dad had no other go, but to get me a new bike. Hurrah!!!! I was excited. It was a long nurtured dream come true.

Within days I got a new bike, a brand new model in the market with a provoking catch-phrase. There is always a pleasure in getting something after an unpleasant hankering (atleast for me). My brother tried to lay restriction on my usage of the new bike (even after knowing about me) but in vain. Initially I was a pathetic driver… can’t blame me... driving comes with practice…

Now, when I drive my bike, I feel like a bird flying in the open skies that has no limits. It has given me the kind of independence, I always wanted. Whenever I’m low, I go for a long drive, not with any fixed destination in mind, but ofcourse with a promise of returning back!!! Driving refuels me. I get extremely happy whenever I find a smooth stretch of road ahead (though it is very rare in Chennai) and bad roads are a challenge to my driving skills.

If God were to grant me a boon, I would like to be transformed into a bird (for atleast a day) and fly across continents, over the mighty oceans, alongside dense forests, high above the mountains, tearing across boundaries, far away from the fear of unknown (future), moving haphazardly with the wind, with absolutely nothing to worry about and see the world under me.


P.S. For those who are wondering who (or what) my first love is…… keep wondering… but no need to be perplexed… it’s not a guy