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| The Mystic Rider |
Do you remember your first school trip? No
matter how early your mommy have packed all the stuff you need, you still check
it; You don’t care how heavy the bag gets, you still add your favourite toys and
stuff into it; the excitement and joy drives you so crazy that you barely sleep
at night and in the morning your mommy gets so surprised to see you ready
before even she wakes up. Isn’t it so amazing, that some memories are so strong
which cannot fade up and how these childhood memories can put that million
dollar smile on your face again? Just incredible!
It’s
been years now, but those feelings remains same; You take outside glance from
window, you see the changing shade of sky which appears to be gloomy and more
inky and birds rushing to roost, you close your eyes that astonishing earthy
scent of wet soil take you back in your childhood again and the child in you is
out of control now; And suddenly you decide to take bike trip. Your excitement
touches the peak cause, you know exactly where you belong to, you rush and find
the keys and get your bike out of the garage and without wasting a single
minute you start your journey.
Those breathtaking views and that truly
dazzling beauty of nature make you feel like you are riding it in heaven. The
view of those perfectly textured tall and slender mountains and hills took your
breath away. ahhhhhhhhh……………..feels like wildest madcap dreams from which you
never want to wake up.
When those thick and fat raindrops touches your
skin it wipe away all the sorrows and worries you have. That rimjhim melody of
droplets let you realize extravagant soft classical track of heaven which let
you talk to your spiritual self. It’s not just rain it’s the storm inside you
which, let you feel the peace when you see the blessing coming from angels in
the heaven in the form rain which washes all the negativity and dirt away from
faintly greening tree, those slippery roads and your soul and gives you the
view lush green landscape. Someone said
Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass, It’s about learning to ride in the rain.
Motorcycling in the rain can be both thrilling
and adventurous, but it doesn’t matter for you because, you have mastered the skill
of riding; that’s why you know when to ride it expeditious and when to slow
down. You enjoy the turns and twists of the journey, you are not in hurry to
reach destination neither you are craving to get there. You really enjoy the
process than output.
The journey takes a new turn when those dense
turbulent clouds hugs the grassy narrow slippery paths which turns everything
into romantic modern tale where you consider yourself prince who is going to
take his princess but not on pale blue unicorn but on the motorcycle.
