First there was a background of blue. Then there was black and green. There were also nerves of steel. There were nerves of flesh and blood. There was the voice. Then came the noise.
Wind came last.
But when it did, it did not stop. It kept on coming. Slow and pleasant at first, threatening to break necks next.
The wind started to dance with the noise while black was making love to black. Nerves of flesh were caressing nerves of steel to the point of rapturous arousal. Two hearts were throbbing. One harder and one faster.
It will stop. It has to stop. It did not.
Laws of physics and inertia, laws of sense, and of sensibility were all being broken with gay abandon.
The wind too refused to stop. The hearts were still beating. They couldn’t go faster, they couldn’t beat faster. But they could.
The green became a blur, the black became a guiding light, the wind became a constant, the nerves became tighter.
The wind – the enemy, did not let up. Strangely, the more it came, the better it was. But the guiding light had other ideas. It wanted to defect. It wanted to turn, and it did.
One heart fluttered, then it faltered. The other did not. black held on to black, but barely. The green started coming back into focus, the enemy relented. The hearts resumed their normal tattoo.
A lesson was learnt.
Bullets do not curve.
No matter what Angelina Jolie in skimpy clothes tells you.
They fly in a straight line. They go ballistic when you open the throttle.
If a big huge does of heart-stopping fear is your idea of getting your gonads jiggled, go find a road with a set of sweeping curves, get astride a bullet.
Tough guys might dance, bullets have to be slowed down on corners.
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I hope you did not learn it the hard way?
By the way, some spell checks need to betaken care of here and there
I also think, that reading this was a bit darker than what I have read in the zen and the art of the motorcycle maintenance – it reminded me of the book..but this piece has much more feel to it than all the pages in that book put together
Well written Tej..
I want to be on that same road and see the black and the green and the blue blur in and out of focus.
Thanks again Shaif. This was not meant to be dark. But the compliment did make me turn a deep shade of red. (Ref. Zod! shirt)
And no, did not learn it the hard way. No stitches.
The feel of situations and people is more when they reveal a side of theirs that they do not reveal all the time. That feeling could be great or aweful.
Zen is very happy. It is happy and as much as it makes one yearn to be on an open road ( frankly I didn’t get any philosophy in it ) it does not make one feel the way this one does.
As for the red Zod! shirt, save me the horror (of even mentioning the existence of such a thing) of mentioning the shade of red again
I like this piece, a lot.