Speed is a word made for me. Speed amazes me, amuses me, thrills me. Driving speedy on road is something that drives me crazy. Well okay, I know it's never safe to try such things on road. But the good thing about me is that I flaunt way more than what I do actually. :P But the bad thing is that this was just another one of those flaunting statements about myself. :D
So yesterday while returning from my workplace in the evening, my bike-speed was as usual being rocketed by 'Me-The Astronaut'. Every time I'm driving on road, I am reminded of the 'road-rash video-games' that I used to play in my childhood (read wild-hood). So this evening was just another one to answer my flight desires. The distance of my workplace from my home is around eight kilometers. Six kilometers driven well, what came next was a big hindrance to my speedy drive. It was a tornado. Yes, a dust storm taking over everything emerged suddenly from don't know where.
The weird child hidden well inside this grown-up girl got happy for a certain reason. I had a childhood fancy of playing in such storms and 'enjoying' the winds dancing around. Mother of mine would drag me inside the room every time I tried such things then. Being on road yesterday, there was nobody to stop me. And mind you, I could actually not help being a part of it. I could not run away anywhere. :D So, another reason to get thrilled up was in front. But this does not mean that I was not concerned about the jeopardy associated and about my safety. I knew well that people at my house were waiting for me, and I couldn't let them down for the sake of my silly insane whims.
I slowed down my bike-speed. The adamant winds from the other side were in a destructive mood, making it difficult for me to maintain the balance. But the hero inside me was ready to combat anything. I held the handle of the bike with full might, and I did keep an eye on the sides of the road. I was keenly keeping myself away of the trees that surrendered to such tornadoes in no time. The visibility during the daytime got delimited to a mere meter. So my brain was working on a hyperactive mode.
It was an adventure, yes. I crossed another kilometer and a half, say, when my helmet suddenly flew backwards. Oh! I could never imagine, something that you wore for the sake of safety could ditch you this way. But let me be not unkind to my helmet; this was actually the impact those devilish winds were creating around. I stopped by the roadside for a while to reset the helmet. Another car slowed down along with. My eyes scanned the number-plate of the car in no while. To my sheer surprise, that belonged to my brother.
He was on his way to home too, while returning from a long journey. The elder hero brought his head out of the car window. "Park the bike here only, and join me", he shouted. This younger hero had no choice. I did as directed. Took my cellphone out of the storage space, and noticed an array of missed calls from my dear ones. Oh! They were all tensed for me at home while I was enjoying the stunts of the winds! Anyways, I had already entered my safe zone.
I noticed a relaxation in my breath-rate. So I can infer that despite all the adventures that were amusing the little child hidden somewhere inside, this grown-up girl wanted an assurance of safety. We reached home in a few minutes, and we both located the faces of our parents bathed with anxiety, and dust of course.
The smile-exchange programme began, and the discussions on 'whats' and hows' of it' went on thereafter. I narrated a 'filtered' version of the same to them. They were 'not if proud', quite happy to see their brave girl safe. And the brave girl was happy to have satiated her urge for a real-life adventure. Was it not a good day! :P
So yesterday while returning from my workplace in the evening, my bike-speed was as usual being rocketed by 'Me-The Astronaut'. Every time I'm driving on road, I am reminded of the 'road-rash video-games' that I used to play in my childhood (read wild-hood). So this evening was just another one to answer my flight desires. The distance of my workplace from my home is around eight kilometers. Six kilometers driven well, what came next was a big hindrance to my speedy drive. It was a tornado. Yes, a dust storm taking over everything emerged suddenly from don't know where.
The weird child hidden well inside this grown-up girl got happy for a certain reason. I had a childhood fancy of playing in such storms and 'enjoying' the winds dancing around. Mother of mine would drag me inside the room every time I tried such things then. Being on road yesterday, there was nobody to stop me. And mind you, I could actually not help being a part of it. I could not run away anywhere. :D So, another reason to get thrilled up was in front. But this does not mean that I was not concerned about the jeopardy associated and about my safety. I knew well that people at my house were waiting for me, and I couldn't let them down for the sake of my silly insane whims.
I slowed down my bike-speed. The adamant winds from the other side were in a destructive mood, making it difficult for me to maintain the balance. But the hero inside me was ready to combat anything. I held the handle of the bike with full might, and I did keep an eye on the sides of the road. I was keenly keeping myself away of the trees that surrendered to such tornadoes in no time. The visibility during the daytime got delimited to a mere meter. So my brain was working on a hyperactive mode.
It was an adventure, yes. I crossed another kilometer and a half, say, when my helmet suddenly flew backwards. Oh! I could never imagine, something that you wore for the sake of safety could ditch you this way. But let me be not unkind to my helmet; this was actually the impact those devilish winds were creating around. I stopped by the roadside for a while to reset the helmet. Another car slowed down along with. My eyes scanned the number-plate of the car in no while. To my sheer surprise, that belonged to my brother.
He was on his way to home too, while returning from a long journey. The elder hero brought his head out of the car window. "Park the bike here only, and join me", he shouted. This younger hero had no choice. I did as directed. Took my cellphone out of the storage space, and noticed an array of missed calls from my dear ones. Oh! They were all tensed for me at home while I was enjoying the stunts of the winds! Anyways, I had already entered my safe zone.
I noticed a relaxation in my breath-rate. So I can infer that despite all the adventures that were amusing the little child hidden somewhere inside, this grown-up girl wanted an assurance of safety. We reached home in a few minutes, and we both located the faces of our parents bathed with anxiety, and dust of course.
The smile-exchange programme began, and the discussions on 'whats' and hows' of it' went on thereafter. I narrated a 'filtered' version of the same to them. They were 'not if proud', quite happy to see their brave girl safe. And the brave girl was happy to have satiated her urge for a real-life adventure. Was it not a good day! :P
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