One evening as I was coming back home after visiting a friend of mine. I halted at one of the traffic lights and the front number plate flew off on the road. I got off, picked it up and stuck it right back.
So there it was, the latest and fastest bike in the market at the time, a green Hero Honda CBZ. I had the time of my life exploring the roads of Delhi and it felt like the world was my playground. At the end of 6 months and after a lot of contemplation, I was…
As she left I realised that there’s a month before the new session begins, so we have to meet at least once in Delhi. So I went over to one of my friends, to whom words came like the morning breeze. He used to write poems, he remembered lyrics from songs, he read a lot and most importantly he helped friends like me who couldn’t think beyond saying “Would you like to go out with me?”.
I went to open the main door to find our neighbor Mr. Bhutani from the 8th floor looking very tense, he blurted out aloud that “your stuff has been flying off your balcony for some time now”.
The Lockdown has stirred up an array of beautiful memories over the last one month. The journey so far has made it possible to reflect on these beautiful times spent with parents and friends.