The water was kinda cold for Bangalore weather... I waited for the gush of shower to do its trick. It was soothing to the nerves and almost washed away the pain of the nightmare.
It was 5:00 Clock. The day had finally come by. There will be no more looking back. I was ready.
I put on my ipod, a ragged wranlger jeans, still ragged shoes and a fancy "hell rider" T-shirt. Although I had wished to take my cell with me, but i decided against it. Somehow I wanted to be away from everyone I knew.
The first rays of the sun kissed the earth. The night was slowly fading away into some distant land. I stood beside the bike, studied it minutely as if it was a laboratory specimen. It was always a satisfying feeling when the bike looks ready to undertake a long hard journey.
One Long Breath gushed out of me.
And the next moment i knew i was on the road again. Here i am again, driving the black Pulsar 150 CC in full throttle. the engine roaring like a jet on that deserted road. In a few minutes i was out on the highway. and after an hour of drive , i had left back the last traces of the mundane, sloth like life of the city. I was free again; roaring, thundering across many vehicles, big and small.
The thing with driving alone, is you get bored soon and you start thinking, dreaming, laughing all at the same time.
The thought of home, just made it difficult to concentrate on the road. I just wish i could travel all the way back to the house that brought me up to face the world, the narrow country roads upon which the Bullock carts had left its trace. The village belles holding big earthern pots on their head and walking along the road. the vast green rice and paddy fields, running away into the horizon. It was green all around. Green as a banana leaf.
And i roared on...
i had almost travelled for 6 hours without a halt and my limbs had started to fill numb.
to be continued....
