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20 f***ing 9 That age is mine. 20 f***ing 9 In my 20’s the last time. 20 f***ing 9 is when every single time I really get annoyed when people just sit and whine. Most friends are now married. Some of them even carried. Not just family or friends, but even ex-girlfriends are worried. They […]Read more "20-f***ing-9"
Day 4: Come away with me The winds from the ghats were strong and chilly and they hit my dried and tired face. My chin itched. Over the past week, I had grown quite a beard. As I glanced in the mirror of the Enfield I was sitting on, I noticed her walk behind me. […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Come away with me"
Day 3: Fatigue, Fort, fatt gayi*… I had it. I was too exhausted and irritated to carry on fighting any further. I finally gave up and lost the battle. Alarm:7 Sangeet: 6 The fatigue from the previous day’s ride had got me. Bad roads till Panathur had ensured that my body ached all night. As […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Fatigue, Fort, fatt gayi…"
Day 2, Night: Blitz to Bekal As I rode my way through the forest, I could hear the streams flowing beside. It was pitch black and there were all sorts of sounds. Afraid whether I would come across a wild animal, I tried to speed along, however the low visibility and the bad condition of […]Read more "Wild Winter Ride 3.0: Blitz to Bekal"