A Tale of Two Wheels!

I was always being followed. ALWAYS. But never once did the Moon catch me when I was riding in my Dad's Bike.

A Blue TVS Suzuki AX 100 R. That's where my joyride began. For many years I rode in the pillion, on the tank, in the pillion on mom's lap, in the pillion drenched in rain, on the tank leaning to one side cause I was growing tall.

Then came turn for me to ride on friend's bikes.

A Train Ride..

Yesterday was a day filled with nostalgia. The morning was busy with not a minute to rest. I had an incessant cough and plenty of chores to complete before catching my mid-day ride.

I was on board the train, drugged, drowsy and tired, fast asleep even before the TT could confirm who I was. After over an hour of being under a Coma, I woke up.

This is not how I usually travel. I bury my head in a book or drown myself in music. I was too weary to indulge in any of them and just decided to look out.

Voila!