The Train
It was a bright, hot Monday. The city hustled under the sunlit sky. I was lost in thoughts, riding a motorbike with my father on our way back from the examination centre.
The bike raced down the road. The winds blew my hair wildly. The vehicles around me looked like a blur.
I liked it.
I love speed. I love bikes.
Few minutes later, I sensed the bike...
The bike raced down the road. The winds blew my hair wildly. The vehicles around me looked like a blur.
I liked it.
I love speed. I love bikes.
Few minutes later, I sensed the bike...