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| Ride On! |
Its the road.
The road travelled a dozen times.
Its the ride.
The ride that you can bet upon.
Its a surge.
The surge of blood in the veins.
And then its the sun,which is scorching the highways.The tropical Indian Sun, beaming down on the tarmac, in its full glory and sizzling May can give shivers in the fiercest of heat.
Its hot. So hot, that it gives you mirages even a couple of hundred feets away.
And.
I ride on.I listen to the hum and the silence. Its the road that I had taken so many times earlier. But this was different. They say, four wheels move the body whereas two move the soul.So, I rode on.The fierce wind shook up the ride, but we thumped along. We crunched up the best of what our Highway had to offer and I remembered Audioslave singing 5 years back..
I am not your rolling wheels.I am the HIGHWAY!
The Photo was taken while riding back.
