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| The Rear View Mirror |
The Parantha is piping hot. Straight out of the oven. There are couple of table spoons of butter, melting on
its surface.A bowl of thick dahi accompanies the parantha.The extra sweet tea arrive and we mop up the plate.We settle the bill and crank up the ride.
Outside I see the clouds hang low and heavy on the horizon.We soak in the ambience and gradually prime
ourselves for the long day ahead.The traffic has now thinned with an occassional car moving past us. Mostly its the trucks and at times it is the buses, which honk right next to the ear.Sometimes the steady breeze turns
stronger and shakes us up. As we ride, we see the shadows of the clouds race ahead of us whereas we try to get under them.
We are riding further and away from the city. I see a symbol indicating a a truck bay ahead and in the distance a long trailer is trying to take a U turn from the highway exit.This road is curved, so, I shift gears to low and let the motorcycle lean a little, and as we gradually move up the curve,I rev up. I hear the sweet metallic throttle of the engine and feel happy.
Meanwhile there lies a bridge ahead where the two laned highway has turned into three.Up ahead is a chae shop. We halt and turn on the blinkers.We are thirsty and dusty.It has been an hour that we broke breads at the restaurant.There are paddy and wheat fields we can see from this point.The sun has gone behind the clouds and its cool now. I holler to the shop owner for a tea and we rest on the stool near the shop waiting for the tea to arrive and enjoy the cool breeze.
It is bliss.
