Every day I looked forward to the evening ride. I waited for him near a bus station and he arrived on time on his motorbike. We exchanged smile and I kept my right palm on his right shoulder, swinged by left leg across the back seat and made myself comfortable on it. And the evening journey started with my bosom touching his back and my palms near his chest. The frequent brakes to avoid an accident, got us closer. Oh, I loved the talks during the bike ride, giving me an opportunity to come closer to him.
Here it was the best time of the day, the time for me to pick her up from the bus station and go for long remote bike ride.
Her gentle touch to my shoulder used as support to sit on the back seat, worked as a massage that healed my entire day’s
fatigue. The soothing touch of her bust on my back enhanced the mood and the hug gave me an assurance that she was
there with me throughout my life. Her warm breath tickled my ears and her vocal narrating the entire day event made me
extent the ride.
He parked the bike at a random beautiful place from where the view of the evening sky was at its best. He stood facing the sunset and leaned for support on the bike. He held my hand and slowly drew me towards him. I stood comfortably in front of him with my entire upper back touching his well workout abs. His hand cuddled me and our hands relaxed on my belly. Both of us enjoyed the beauty of dusk.
I parked the bike at a spot where the evening sky and sunset view was optimal. Standing near the bike I gently held her
hand indicating to come closure. My eyes enjoyed the beautiful colors of the evening with a hint of jasmine smell coming
from her luscious hair. My chin was rested on her shoulder and my hands on her belly.
After 10 years we are back in the city for few days. I could capture the same covet in his eyes as it was in mine. I came to front gate and here he was again waiting for me on a bike. My palm again took support of his shoulder and I sat on the backseat with both of my feet in one side. My right arm entangled on his waist and my same cheek and bosom resting on his back. The frequency of brakes has reduced then earlier yet we got closer than earlier. We enjoyed the crepuscular light showered on us.
After a decade, we are in the city and I had this wish to go for a bike ride again. I borrowed a bike and surprised her by
riding it near the gate. Ah… the nostalgic view of her standing near the gate caressing her still luscious hair…took my
breath away. She sits on bike with both legs settled on the left side of the bike and her hand enfold on my waist. Without
a word, we both started enjoying the breeze, the touch and the love in the air.
The route has changed and yet he managed to find another perfect spot to view the sunset. After 10 years, also he leaned on the bike as before, I stood affectionately besides him. He slowly lifted his left hand, placed it above the left side of my waist and squeezed it. My eyes met his and I read his impish message. I gently leaned my head on his shoulder and watched the sun slowly falling asleep leaving an array of pink, orange and yellow.
I was not familiar with this route yet found a perfect spot a little away from the main road and the crowd. After 10 years the
bike, her and I were there. Consciously I parked the bike and leaned on it with a hope to recreate the scene. I gently held
her hand indicating to come closure. She came close and stood besides me, holding my left palm with her right and resting
her left palm on my paunch. The scent of lavender coming from her hairs was adding a fragrance to this romantic
ambiance created by us. The sun sets bringing quietness around our surrounding, but our heartbeats tell…. the night won’t
be quiet. I secretly turn on my phone to play the Indian (Hindi) song perfect for this evening
Woh Sham kuch haseen thi, yeh sham bhi haseen hai
Woh kal bhi aas pass thi, woh aaj bhi kareeb hai