Freedom Singularity

It was a dark night, a hot night and a boring night. The books were there to be studied, the exams to be faced, and a host of other problems to be dealt with. Sometimes, the soul just needs relief. Freedom so to speak. For that, there is nothing quite like hopping on to a bike. (Bicycle mind you.. my dad would never let me ride a motorbike. But that's another story altogether.)

The feeling to be looked for is that singular melding of man and metal. A point in emotional space and time where you're in total control of every single point around you. One twist of the handle and like an extension of your thought, you go careering off into another direction. A continuum from the last but at the same time a whole new choice. Each cycle of the pedals bring a new response. You feel every bump on the road, every hole, every crack, and instinctively respond.

There is nothing quite like taking a ride to a different dimension of mind and soul altogether. For that, there is nothing quite like a bike ride on a hot night.