So, she stood there waiting
for the bus to take her home after an exhaustive hour, when she heard the
insanely violent raging bike sound of her nomad, she wanted to become invisible
for a while. The sound was coming towards her in a great speed as if to engulf
her in its intensity. She closed her eyes for a while, and he stood in front of
her, clad entirely in black biker attire, and without even taking off his helmet
- that denied her any chance to read his expression – beckoned her towards his
bike, to ride as his pillion, and he decides for how long and that’s what irks
her.
She wants to say no, but
she is afraid, he might ride along without a thought, so she got up to the
bike. Her hair, tied fiercely in a knot, defiant to the hilt, refused to be
overwhelmed and brought her a semblance of control on the situation she was
facing. Her dupatta, however, was not up to the game, it has to learn, she
thought, while the bike vroomed it’s was ahead.
Again, they were not
talking much, since they could not have been audible to each other, and
probably that’s the point to his ferocious acceleration. He gave her a helmet
to cover her head, which she took with the least possible fuss and wondered where
they were heading. They are racing away on a huge barren land, devoid of human
presence, not caring to check the speed, he never did anyway. Now that the
initial nerves of the ride have settled, they settled into a rhythmic ride, but
she couldn’t control the mystery behind the ride to the unknown.
So, she asked him – Damn, she
thought, always the first to ask – where and why are we going, she knew he
would be cocky, ready with a smart-ass rejoinder, and she was right. Why do you
care, he got back and had the nerve to ask her - or it was just a rhetoric
question – if she was enjoying the ride. She didn’t let him know. He knew it. Her
dupatta flew away. She pointed towards it, and he laughed it away. It traversed
a path as uncertain as the one that they are taking.
He took another turn, and a
long narrow road, the longest she has seen, lay in front of her, curving
seductively, probably a national highway, she thought. Unlikely, she
couldn’t find anyone else travelling alongside. Probably a dream, likely but
fatuous, in its convenience. No point asking him, no point trying to
figure, no point beating around the bush. Then he stopped. The bike looks as if
it still didn’t come to rest completely, leaving smoke and feeling like an
oven. If it had a voice, she thought, both of them would have asked the same
things.
They were in the middle of
nowhere. He asked her to get down. No point arguing. It is how it is always
with him. He parked the bike carefully, as if he was trying to make her envious
about the attention he is proffering it with. She didn’t mind it, she was past
those games. He took off his helmet, to reveal his handsome face, sunburnt
after all the driving, revealing a mop of hair falling carelessly across his
face, he knew she wanted to touch it. He didn’t give her a moment. He said the
words, throwing them recklessly around, it’s his way to mean them, to look as
if he doesn’t give a damn, as if he was saying this is how it will be with him,
as if she didn’t know it. She knew he said, and he knew it too. And then he
left.
His bike left wild fumes
again as it raced away from her, leaving her all along, stranded on a road that
she never saw. She didn’t know what to do, but she understood what happened,
and glad that it did. She knew what to do, where to go, where to find him. She didn’t
feel alone when she started her journey again. It will be a long one but a
worthy one.
He woke up to find himself
near a petrol bunk, where he slept last night on the side of the road. Thanking
the owner of the bunk for letting him sleep for the night, he wasted no
time and raced his way back to her.
It’s a Yes. She snuggled
closer towards him.
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This post is written for Closeup Cupid Games hosted by Indiblogger Happy Hours
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PS: This story is inspired by the below song:
Ohhh !What an inspiration. I love this son sooo much :D Awesome story btw, loved going past the emotional connect. LOve can happen with anyone, anywhere :)
ReplyDeleteItna na mujhse tu pyaar badha ki mai ek baadal aawara.
Janam janam se hun saath tere, ki naam mera jal ki dhaara (y) :D :D
This is one of my all time favorite songs, especially for the lines and what they mean...
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