Sunday, September 30, 2012

Freedom

I started riding my bike again! Woohoo! My bike means freedom to me. My bike means I no longer will rely on Deven for a pick and drop. My bike means I don't have to deal with rude rickshawallas again. My bike means I can decide when to go and come from office. When to meet friends, where to meet them and when to come home. I am free!
My bike also means I won't have the amazing ride in the morning with deven driving our car and we having a good time. My bike means no more impromptu visits anywhere, anywhere where there is no decent parking spot. My bike means remembering one ways on the roads, getting PUC on time, filling petrol in a crowd, manoeuvring through pune's traffic and even more scarier drivers.
My bike, my freedom?