The Road Taken!

Adjusting my helmet so that it fits snugly, I started out for the, well, not so long, 6 km ride to my coaching centre. An activa that has seen better days is to be my companion. Whirring loudly, I triumphantly glanced back at the police outpost I just crossed.

 After all, one does not get his license at 16 in India, does he?!

Afraid that I might be frostbitten, I slowed down to a 20, easing down on the gushing cold 5:30 am morning wind. As if I am the protagonist in a melodrama, early birds on the road give me curious looks. Ignoring them, I give a burst of throttle to be ushered into pitch darkness, pertaining to the absence of street lamps. No, let me make myself clearer: the absence of functioning street lights.

Alas, I (sadly) am no Harry Potter to flick my wand to bring on the lights and so, I move on.

And finally, as I reach the centre, am welcomed with a soft glow of a fading bulb from the windows. There ends my early morning saga. Of course, it is to be continued the next day!