My Ride Home

Just had a ride on a friends bicycle. Although this post will be published much later,iam writing this as soon as i have gathered enough strength to type. It was exhausting and at the same time equally fun. As i cycled through the high way(i really dont know whether its an highway) i din really have a place in mind where i would want to go, so i took random turns. riding through the Nitte country side I felt like a kid again, just like those good old days. I was carefree but yet my hands where on the brakes ready to avoid any danger. I always used to ask myself questions like "what have i become?" "Is this what i wanted to be" "Did anything go wrong in my life?". Cycling through the highs and lows of the Nitte country side i found an answer. Yes i have changed a lot , my mentality and my poor stamina are not the way i thought it would be, but i was still the same by heart. I was still the same kid next door who dreamed of world domination one day, who still believed Mangalore was heaven on earth, was still guaranteed that his mom was the best cook in the world, and still loved to ride the bicycle.

In dedication to my cannon barrel and razor back 21 ;)