Pedal on - My Riding Partner- #Snuggling !!

 

It’s a swag !! finger crossed !! this rainy day and the photos of my  iphone got me thinking about cycling and friendship, how they resemble in my life !! There are many people in the world of cycling, and I found a life time friend while we ride together.

 

 



There are even places which do Cycle Speed motions like tuition , on the street of our home town!!  And apparently it works. The reason being: if you have nothing else to talk about, you talk about each other’s bikes, lol.  So that painful moment of having nothing to say to one another is almost non-existent, silence and a few silly jokes about every day classes !! You don’t even have the pressure of looking in each other’s eyes – focused on the road ahead a long road, you can keep your emotional distance while vaguely getting to know one another is obvious, natural mundane. By the time you have established any minor insight feelings, your time has come to take a turn and all talking comes to an end. Safe track !! 

 I have found my greatest friendship, love through cycling, Ohh . 

There’s nothing like spending day after day, months  riding with someone to build what is often an unspoken bond of understanding and filial affection later. It’s sometimes hard to find man, who understand what it means to be competitive in study  and yet let that competition become supportive for further, and the support become understanding later, and that understanding become actual friendship for life time urge. So the rare occasion cycling turns into real friendship is something to celebrate now for us. 

Cycling moment is very often the glue that holds us together and forever and I have found my man, with whom I can talk about cycling, I am closest to. Perhaps I just like the start, the moment we were there in the ride, those days we had the same cycles !!  Green !!
 

(Super Man & Bat Man)

we always feel special while on the ride !!  We love to ride !!  a few activities we love !! more funny was I fell down  from the cycle, a few problem I had with balancing and breaking system after years !! 

and feeling shame shame in front of 

kidoz, while little kidoz laughed at me !!





This day too we had the same cycle !! and we loved it !!  Red  & Black !!

Hey!! Abhinav, I would like to ride with you progressively increasing  speed through out my life !!

                                                                                                                               
                                                                                JYOTI  Panigrahi

Couch - by the window

The morning run was good. Music in my deaf ears, darkness under my tightly shut eyelids, the endless treadmill rolling under my tired feet , orrhh the pain !! - a run to the very fringes of deathly exhaustion. I never did realize I had so much to run from or to run for. My legs feel like they are weightless now,  on my couch be that overlooks the road. 

 

The road to hell is paved by good intentions. The road to my heart has been meticulously erased. Newer lines. More and different kinds of lines were needed to complete the blueprint. Since nobody was going anywhere, roads were not necessary. Soon my erasure will begin. I have been assured it does not hurt at all.

 
 I sit up a little to catch my reflection in the window pane. Her messy black hair forms a strange chaotic rhythm as her lanky feet move her lean torso to the beat of the crisp morning sun. I notice that she has a brown-beige shoulder bag strapped across her chest and white headphones in her ears.  I turn around to find you looking at her, over my shoulder.

 

Your eyes de-focus their twinkling to look at me. I can feel the touch of your hand on my shoulder. I place my hand on yours. Your fingers are cool like scented sandalwood sticks. You bend forward and put one knee on the couch. I can see the day filter in a million parts through your wet hair as you bend your head down to look at me. A look that sucks out my demons into nothingness. I turn over and shift as you effortlessly melt into my curves. I can feel your breath condense hesitantly on my back. Your arms wrap around me in a silken embrace, drawing me out for another voyage. Slowly, surely, subtly I sink into honey-mustard dreams, of rediscovering meandering lost roads, to distant, uncharted war-torn lands. 

The sky is overcast with gray clouds that look like damp swabs of cotton wool. The row of trees that line the pavement beside the road looks a darker shade of green,  to the impending rain. The air smells of the lilting melody of fresh dew drops, like your wet hair after the morning shower. The road seems to be like a brand new chalk board, dreading the first touch of a powdery, screeching chalk. 

 

The tram, for home, arrives. Inside the tram, life is back on its rails again. The night and the evening fades away into memory , to become the subject of a crappy blog post sometime.

I made breakfast before hitting the sack.