"Are you serious?"
I asked him for the tenth time.
Yes, I am.
"Will you please stop
beating around the bush and get ready? "His voice stubborn this time.
He scurried out of the bedroom adjusting his glasses.Karthik grabbed his wallet and his fingers ran over all the
cards and cash it contained, pulled the
bike keys from his pocket. As he went on to
check the rain outside, I re-checked our travel backpack again to make sure I had
packed some extra clothes and rain jackets a must.Our phones and camera battery were charged fully and would easily survive till the day’s evening.
An SMS slipped from my phone that read :
"Hey Gani.
"Hey Gani.
Leaving now. Will likely reach Madikeri by 6 PM probably.
C ya soon!"
At 6:00 am, On 1st of November, 2012, when the
whole state celebrate Kannada Rajyotsava ,with 3 layers of warm clothes
followed by a rain jacket, our feet sand witched between a pair of socks ,followed by the thick rain
boots, leather gloves and a huge round helmet making room for our heads, we looked no
less than astronauts. I sure knew one thing , We looked gigantic.
The pecks of rain pour from heaven to us , the world looked
calm and the emanating fragrance of soil was sensitising.The clouds hugged each other
under a dark blanket. The chill in the breeze hypnotized us, washing off our
faces saying sweet nothing and leaving a smile behind.
Soaking in rain we set off our road trip on
Thunder bird .In Rain.
Karthik drove at a slow
steady speed and did not hurry as the roads were already slippery. We wanted a calm drive not a race. As it was a state holiday, we started early in the
morning to escape the Bangalore’s tragic traffic.Glad, We acheived it. In no time, we reached the Mysore road and it was time for a tea
break.
Good start, hope its a short tea break.
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Yes soumya . Easier and better . Thanks a lot !:)
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