Of the abundant choices that I
have (I am luckiest, yea!), I chose to pick up the younger one today and
explore the Eastern Express highway (EEH) in Slo-Mo (Slow Motion).
Practically, all my weekday
journeys begin with a stress-free 10 km at an average speed of 70 kmph. I have always
felt that EEH is the second best terrain in the maximum city to zoooom on; Eastern
freeway being the first. However, my love for EEH is unique and shall endure.
While I am penning this down,
rather typing this – my inimitable love has scaled more than twice it was.
Today, we cruised averaging 20 kmph and all we could witness is lush green
forests and mangroves and water bodies and trees and flowers and birds and
almost everything that has a potential to soothe the eyes and ears.
The young chap was mute and
inexpressive but certainly happy.
Being a first day of the long
weekend, the tar was under lesser pressure of wheels. Besides, we chose the
service road that was hardly having an occupancy.
Even otherwise, EEH entertains
lesser vehicles on its heart compared to what the other so-defined highways of
the city do. It carries its own legacy. It connects the Eastern side of the
city from North to south yet enjoys the solitude between the 2 vibrant suburbs on
its Northern arm covering 10 km on each side. However, I believe (but do not
wish) that in less than a decade it will be experiencing a lot of cacophony with
the anticipated plans of chopping forest, trees and mangroves; and erecting concrete
having similar names.
Well, emotions are difficult to
stop once they gain momentum. Let’s enjoy the present day where the green
prevails. As we continued, we could see some fitness lovers on a jog and
sprints, while others were learning to ride / drive a vehicle. This is more of
a regular weekday sight but would happen nearly a couple of hours prior than
today. It was a lazy start to the day and apparently, Mr. Sun also wanted to
take it easy.
Further ahead on our way, we
could witness a 19 something girl striving to fiddle around behind the
handlebar of a motorcycle; a friend dedicatedly assisting along. Seldom, I have
seen a female riding a geared bike and of the ones, I know – I am aware of only
one female who does. I wanted to encourage this gal who appeared at the end of
her teens and the reason behind pepping her up was I do have an immense respect
for women who ride a motorcycle; for those who don’t it’s not that I do not
admire and respect.
I just slowed down and uttered –
All the best, be safe and we are proud of you.
She obliged and by the time she could wonder and give a surreal look to me thinking – who is we when it was only me – I had passed her by around 100 meters along with the younger one that you can spot in the picture below before it makes you ponder over the muddle between we and me.
PC: A Cop on the highway.
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