i rode on my cycle after 7 years. yes, exacly 7 years. as soon as i tried paddling faster, and the air disappeared into my curly hair.. i could feel the restlessness, the aggression in my veins, that i used to feel back then, back in the last century, when i used to rule the roads with my pace. tch.. i miss being carefree.. i am yet to know the flavor of cautioned pathways, but.. somewhere i feel.. all these days, the stupid romance, was missing.

lets see, if some new blemishes,and bruises come my way.

i see that this silver-red cycle of mine has not left my old house forever, without any reason.

thanks god.

pebble cleaned and saved.