“If you are not doing what you love, you are wasting your time.”
I love to bike, I love to be on two wheels, I love the feel of air on my body, it makes me more comfortable , more lively ,more relaxed, more close to nature, more aware, more in sync with myself, in fact more of everything that matters. I don’t know how many kilometres I have ridden till date, in fact I am not at all interested in it for it defeats the purpose; after all how does kilometre matter if you don’t end up having some fond memories of the road?
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I remember once stopping my bike in haste to warm my freezing hands at a tea shop on a cold winter morning in the Jaisalmer Jaipur highway, riding in knee deep water in one of the many streams on the Manali-Leh highway, the unexpected rendezvous with the leopard just a few kilometres from Chopta, being chased by unwanted elements on the Bareli road at 2 in the night, coming out safe from the Uttrakhand floods, giving a lift to a blind woman in the mountains, a fleeting glimpse of a beautiful face, riding on snow to Kalpa, crying on Rohtang pass while returning from Leh, a sip of old monk at 11 in the night few kilometres away from Rishikesh while returning from Uttarkashi,kids waving hands, a rainy ride in Goa, taking a slip on the roads to Menchuka in the north east, bowing to a passing elephant family in South India and many more. Someday when I grow old, I wish to narrate a few of these stories in detail. So many destinations, different roads with one thing was common, the experience, the freedom, the romance, the pleasantness of being on the road.