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" I hate him! I hate her! I hate everybody! How inconsiderate can people be! How thoughtless! It's as if I am nothing but a pawn in their game!"
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" I hate him! I hate her! I hate everybody! How inconsiderate can people be! How thoughtless! It's as if I am nothing but a pawn in their game!"
Seething with
anger, she took off from the living room ignoring the shouts of her family
asking her to come back. Her younger brother,Rahul, who was always the one to know
what cheers her up, threw the bullet keys at her. Without second thoughts she
reached for her leather jacket and helmet, two amongst her most prized
possessions and walked out; away from all the drama.
In the
cellar, still extremely upset, the sight of her long-time companion, a Royal
Enfield Electra, brought an unwilling smile to her lips. Rhea walked towards it
and reached for the handle bars, feeling the calmness sweep through her
already. Seating herself on it, she adeptly took the beast off its centre stand
with surprising strength for her tall but lean frame. Minutes later she was
off, the sound of the 350cc Engine keeping her mind off
disturbing thoughts and the hassle of festive traffic keeping her focus on the
road and vehicles around.
It always
amazed her how a motorcycle ride calmed her mind like nothing else. She has
been riding her very own Royal Enfield Electra Twinspark for almost 4 years now, and 4 years later, she claims it is still one of the best things that happened
to her. "There is something", she says, "in shifting the gears and accelerating
through the winding roads", that thrills her even to-date. As she manoeuvred her
way through the traffic at low speed, managing the heavy machine, trying to
figure out if the bars are going to fit between the slow moving Tata Nano and a Auto Rickshaw, she grew
impatient to reach her favourite stretch of road in the city. She dragged the
back brake a little and came to a stop at the long traffic signal shifting the
gear to neutral and released the clutch, feeling her mood lighten with each movement. Turning to her left, she saw a fellow
motorcyclist give her thumbs up and she returned the gesture thinking, you
meet the nicest people in motorcyclists. As the lights turned green, she
held her clutch lever close, shifted the gear and revved the machine.
Turning right, she diligently climbed up the gears to ride on her favourite
road.
With trees
on both sides of the road, she could feel the cool smell of the greenery, and
see the yellow flowers -bright and cheerful, through her much loved LS2 Helmet.
Cruising ahead, her thoughts drifted to the first day she was here on her
bullet. It was the same day she got the bike as a gift from her Parents and
elder brother. 21st July 2012, it was her 20th Birthday. While she
showed off her adept riding skills to her dad sitting as pillion, he lectured
her about responsible riding, traffic sense and how not to misuse the freedom
given to her (Dads! Take the fun out of everything!).
It came as a
surprise to her that she actually had the bullet delivered, even though she
knew her parents and brother never said no to her. Asking for a Royal Enfield
was farfetched even for her. A quick upload of a picture on FB revealed how envious
all her friends were of her Birthday gift! Their comments, "Congratulations!
What an amazing family!", "Wow! I wish my dad got me an Activa at
least!", "Oh! Do introduce me to your brother! (Ya Right!)",
tripled her happiness.
That was Rhea,
just into her twenties, but still a teenager. Four years, a couple of breakups
and thousands of miles on her RE later, she believed she was a matured,
independent woman, who made her decisions by herself. Often perceived as stubborn by her family, she was a thoughtful and considerate woman. Rhea loved her family immensely but as with all families, they frustrate her equally.
Honk Honk Honk! The familiar honking tone brought her thoughts back and she glanced at her rear view to see a file of motorcycles move towards her. There you go, she thought, can't a person even ride in peace! The file of motorcycles belongs to her Biking Fraternity. As they filed behind her, she had no choice but to take the Lead position. Quickly switching on her headlights, she honked in response to notify that she is taking the lead.
20 kms later, Rhea made a gesture of closed fingers to her mouth, indicating a stop for refreshments as the group pulled over at a roadside Dhaba.
Honk Honk Honk! The familiar honking tone brought her thoughts back and she glanced at her rear view to see a file of motorcycles move towards her. There you go, she thought, can't a person even ride in peace! The file of motorcycles belongs to her Biking Fraternity. As they filed behind her, she had no choice but to take the Lead position. Quickly switching on her headlights, she honked in response to notify that she is taking the lead.
20 kms later, Rhea made a gesture of closed fingers to her mouth, indicating a stop for refreshments as the group pulled over at a roadside Dhaba.
To be continued...
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