I wonder how many days of my life has been wasted by now. It's not like that I spent them with a concrete routine, but regular plying between office and home has a kind of monotonous effect. It restricts from doing something unusual, from embarking to a whole new path. And then it seems a break is necessary to confront this evil monotony.
And what's better than a ride to wilderness for a break!!
Exactly that happened a few days ago, when we said enough is enough, let's RIDE. And this time it was different. No destination was selected, neither was the route to be taken. Just where the path would take us.
Just to get the attitude and atmosphere perfect, it rained the whole night. As if the rain god himself wanted to make the journey as eventful as we had wanted. As usual we started in the early morning, met at a point and decided to head west. The overcast sky indicated the humidity would be very high, even it could rain a little bit.

The early morning breeze kissed pass our chicks and time just flew away. We reached Durgapur in no time, and took left turn towards Bankura. My friend was leading this time, it was his idea to do so. Because he didn't trust me to be a wanderer, he thought I always had some plan where to go. His assumption wasn't baseless actually, it was a fact learned over time. But this time it was different.
At Barjora, a small industrial town, he took a right turn. This road headed towards a popular tourist spot, Susunia Hill, a place he always wanted to go on bike. This time it was my turn to get suspicious whether he had any plans!! I was about to ask him, when he signalled to a halt.
He had found a small roadside dhaba for breakfast. Also my bike felt like losing power, it was like not as ready to act on my command. It was found that the tyre pressure was not adequate. May be a puncture, but I have never had any experience of a punctured tyre. After the breakfast, we asked a nearby mechanic to take a look and he said he was not equipped enough to repair a puncture on tubeless tyre!!! So, he poured some air in and we were ready to resume. The puncture? We would take care, if it bothers later. Fortunately it never did.

I was kind of sceptical about my friend's plans, I wanted to see if he wanted to go to Susunia Hills. I was surprised how cool he looked while executing his plans. Normally it was me planning the route, itinerary and other things making me aware of the different routes to the popular destinations nearby. But the way he was riding, with such a calm posture, I was sure. But I refrained myself from asking, I wanted to see how easily he could manage it without my intervention. Then we reached a level crossing at Durlovour, after a few kms from there, the roads are divided. One goes to Susunia, the other to further unknown. It was that level crossing, where he asked me what was next!
Ahhh, at last!!
I replied "you are leading, I am supposed to follow you."
To this he promptly asked me to lead as he had no idea WHAT LIES AHEAD!!!
Dil ko mila sukoon aur kalize me ayi thandahat!!
Upon asking it was learnt that he was not aware of the proximity of Susunia Hills. Now it was my turn to regret as I have doubted him.
We decided not to go to Susunia as there were no suitable parking space, rather we would take the other route.
To be continued.....









































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