Last December, I took my first solo bike trip to Ooty. Riding alone through forest roads and quiet stretches where there was hardly anyone around felt surreal. Along the way, I met fellow riders at the hostel whose names I don’t even remember,but in those moments, it didn’t matter. They helped me fix a puncture, shared stories of their own solo journeys, and reminded me how connected strangers can feel on the road.
What stayed with me the most wasn’t just the ride, but the realization.I don’t need a crew to be happy. I was completely on my own, yet there wasn’t a single dull moment.
Even now, when I look back, I sometimes pause and think… did I really do that?
Dont say "names I dont even remember" 😂😂.. It seems disrespectful a bit.. I mean better not say it naa..
Riding alone.. darr nhi laga aapko??😬
Maldives (Honeymoon) + Goa (Daughters First Birthday)...
Definitely the recent long road trip with my younger brother. Seeing him on his first bike, fully geared up and glowing with pure excitement, made something click for me. Watching him ride with such happiness and passion was so heart-filling. I finally understood the deep attachment people have for their bikes. That trip didn't just change my outlook on motorcycling but also it was a moment of pure joy for us.
I have been to Varanasi multiple times... Still nothing tops it 😌❤️
