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The car sped through the dark night, it's headlights flashing, warning the incoming traffic. A song zipped through my head, "Bajju! Babu samjho ishare, horan pukare", I honked the horn, to the "Pum pum pum' beat, laughing to myself. The wind in my hair, the road (surprsiny, smooth) ahead as nd the songs blaring, all pushed my already-leaden foot, further down on the accelator. I couldn't remember the last time, I drove so fast, and felt so free. I thought I would have forgotten to drive! But surprisingly, all the instincts were intact. My movements were poetry in motion.I gazed at the sun, ready for its glass of wine, T the end of it's day. It's pink light made everything seem so magical. "It enhances your 'rose-tinted' outlook", my brain growled at me. But I was so ebullient, that even the grumpy brain couldn't bring my mood down. Being in my car, driving - actually driving, changing-gears-using-indicators wala.driving (yeah, I use my indicators, suckers) was like a dream come true. And the empty roads were the cherry on the cake. After sixty days, of my cabin fever getting cabin fever, I was finally free. Freedom never felt so good, freedom never felt so free. It was the light at the end of the tunnel - where impaired normalcy could limp back, seeping in to reality. The lockdown was finally lifted! And seizing the moment, before the government could change its mind, I took my car pit for a spin. Speeding on the empty roads, giggling like an idiot! Lockdown was in a lockdown, and as I turned my car, homeward bound, the wind whispered to me, the words reaching deep within, "Freedom lies in being bold". I guess, even the wind, is now quoting Robert Frost.
© Natasha Sharma
The car sped through the dark night, it's headlights flashing, warning the incoming traffic. A song zipped through my head, "Bajju! Babu samjho ishare, horan pukare", I honked the horn, to the "Pum pum pum' beat, laughing to myself. The wind in my hair, the road (surprsiny, smooth) ahead as nd the songs blaring, all pushed my already-leaden foot, further down on the accelator. I couldn't remember the last time, I drove so fast, and felt so free. I thought I would have forgotten to drive! But surprisingly, all the instincts were intact. My movements were poetry in motion.I gazed at the sun, ready for its glass of wine, T the end of it's day. It's pink light made everything seem so magical. "It enhances your 'rose-tinted' outlook", my brain growled at me. But I was so ebullient, that even the grumpy brain couldn't bring my mood down. Being in my car, driving - actually driving, changing-gears-using-indicators wala.driving (yeah, I use my indicators, suckers) was like a dream come true. And the empty roads were the cherry on the cake. After sixty days, of my cabin fever getting cabin fever, I was finally free. Freedom never felt so good, freedom never felt so free. It was the light at the end of the tunnel - where impaired normalcy could limp back, seeping in to reality. The lockdown was finally lifted! And seizing the moment, before the government could change its mind, I took my car pit for a spin. Speeding on the empty roads, giggling like an idiot! Lockdown was in a lockdown, and as I turned my car, homeward bound, the wind whispered to me, the words reaching deep within, "Freedom lies in being bold". I guess, even the wind, is now quoting Robert Frost.
© Natasha Sharma
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