I was eagrly waiting to look at her, it was like getting a question paper in examination hall. She reminds me, that I am special in this world. I still remember, when I took her home and did a prayer for our safe lives. Things were going fine, we passed almost two years together, but last Monday we had an accident and she is badly injured but I just escaped.
The mechanic came and woke me up from my dreamland.
Sir! Bike is fine now, you can check it.
“Thanks man”, I said. (with a desperate smile and rushed to catch her glance)
She is my bike, The “AVENGER 220” and today we complted two years of togetherness. I searched her in seconds among 30 bikes in service center. You can easily found your loved ones , doesn’t matter how much crowdy the place is.
I moved slowly towards her, and said, “Hi, are u fine now?”
She said, “Yes dear, better now” I felt.
She still looks so beautiful just like a bride in a sari, I touched her “new” leg gaurd, which she lost, saving my leg in a accident, two days back. She was looking like black dragon after servicing and coating.
Her shine said so many thanks to me, for taking care of her so well. How can I overlook at her, as she did not overlook me, while I was on my biking trips to Dehradoon. She has given me chance to feel the real nature upon mountains. I still can smell the fresh air of Dhanaulti and cold night with Aloo paratha with my biker gang. Still people call her a machine, she can never be ! she has a pure heart to rely upon.
I always wished to drive a bike but was afraid of! But when I did, I realised if you love someone, you will get it back with “ineterst”. My bike means a lot to me, she never betrayed me she is my true friend, which never say “NO”, to any of my “plans”.
She is always ready to beat someone in racing, it has 220cc power with it. Often both of us(me and my bike), enjoy rash driving, but she always takes care of me. Yes! she is the one, who has given my meter a opportunity to touch “120 Km/hr” and given me a chance to feel that I am lucky. I remember, when I was drunk and she has poven me, my beleif on her; it denied to start that day(ROFL).
Some times in life, when I feel so alone, I used to talk to her and she always show me right ways . How can I forget, people admiring us together like love buds.
Although, people say its non-living, I am not sure about them. But I always feel her warm breaths, while driving her.
Mechanic, “Sir”, Is everything Fine?
I looked at him and to my bike in a reflex with a smile, and said,”Yes” and satarted bike for a new experience.
I love my bike ! I love biking.
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