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…"