Hey...
Driving my bike is an all time emotion for me.
The first thing that I would like to do when I'm home is ride my beast.
(By the way my wheel is Royal Enfield Electra)
For the previous three to four months I feel something different when I ride through one of the most frequent roads I used to ride.
It seems pretty odd, as I feel something haunts me, when I'm taking those curves.
It feels like someone stares me throughout the time until I'm crossed.
On a sudden look to my right, I saw an old man staring at me, which was quite a shock!
Once I returned home, my mind was still lost in those blazing eyes of the old chap sitting with legs folded, his face wrinkled and in despair.
I thought the whole night, 'Why had he starred at me all the time?' ,'Why did I get a haunting feel?'
At last my mind wandered to the roots of my past, to my childhood.
Once when I was a child, I used to stare at a man who rode a beast, a Machismo in my place, and the way he took those curves.
The old man who I saw there, may have been a RIDER,
and I think that's my Realization!
