The Passion!!
Some years back, when I was a kid (though I still am!!), I used to sit in my balcony and reciting out the names of the vehicles that passed on the road in front of me. Each one, from Datsun to BMW, from Merc to Citroen. But that was some time back. And I guess with time, that interest died down.
I met P. some years ago. He had the passion considerably blown to what I had some time back. Sometimes I would understand him, sometimes I would fail. And now, when I have my bike and he has moved, I feel the ghost is within me.
Spending ours on net, surfing and reading others experience of joy grilling their machines. I feel the urge to hit the road. My hands twitch and my feet want to move. Yet I remain seated on this chair, at work (and not working), with lame excuses as to why I still remain seated.
I hope I would be able to come out of my cave and hit the road…soon!!
Some years back, when I was a kid (though I still am!!), I used to sit in my balcony and reciting out the names of the vehicles that passed on the road in front of me. Each one, from Datsun to BMW, from Merc to Citroen. But that was some time back. And I guess with time, that interest died down. I met P. some years ago. He had the passion considerably blown to what I had some time back. Sometimes I would understand him, sometimes I would fail. And now, when I have my bike … [...]