He loves
biking. Riding a bike is something poetic to him, caring the machine, enjoying
the wind...
These machines are like mirrors, he believes. What we gives to it, it'll give back the same.
He rides in day, in night, in rains, under hot sun...
He rides, he loves riding...
He rides when happy, when sad, when alone...
He rides, he loves riding...
He was going at 60-65 km/hr that day.
Rides nowadays are aimless. Still he rides. He loves riding...
Suddenly the machine fell in love with a puppy and threw him off.
He could see the clear sky moving fast, and then the 25 ton truck blocked his view.
He couldn’t feel any emotions as the giant truck tyre rests on his heart.
He could think practical, rational and all as his head is safe in the helmet.
Now he doesn’t know whether he loves riding...
Good that he can’t feel life!
He was bothered to rationalize, why things like this happen to me?
He found it hard to find explanations!
He could hear the idle sound of the engine.
He could also hear the puppy barking…
These machines are like mirrors, he believes. What we gives to it, it'll give back the same.
He rides in day, in night, in rains, under hot sun...
He rides, he loves riding...
He rides when happy, when sad, when alone...
He rides, he loves riding...
He was going at 60-65 km/hr that day.
Rides nowadays are aimless. Still he rides. He loves riding...
Suddenly the machine fell in love with a puppy and threw him off.
He could see the clear sky moving fast, and then the 25 ton truck blocked his view.
He couldn’t feel any emotions as the giant truck tyre rests on his heart.
He could think practical, rational and all as his head is safe in the helmet.
Now he doesn’t know whether he loves riding...
Good that he can’t feel life!
He was bothered to rationalize, why things like this happen to me?
He found it hard to find explanations!
He could hear the idle sound of the engine.
He could also hear the puppy barking…
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