So I was cruising at a leisurely speed, you see. The straight roads. Sweeping curves. Newly Laid Dark Black Tarmac. Empty River by my side. Monsoon sewn green blankets along the road side. Ploughed rice fields in the country side. Lonely Mountain in the farther side. Hovering dark clouds in the sky side.
The Road Ahead.
Probably too much love, I reckon. It lashed so hard that I had to find an escape from it. I found shelter at a temple on my half way up. I was drenched with all the love from heavens above till my last piece of bone. It stopped after an hour of celebration. I went on. To the beautiful heavens above. To spend my time in peace and tranquil.
The serenity.
And the heavenly.
On Fire. Literally!
Far.Away.Plains.
CHAPTER-6: THE RETURNBiker selfie with DSLR.
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Lot more kilometres to kill softly.



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