2. What about her?

I have been fortunate enough to enjoy most of the drives and rides without encountering much traffic. At times, this results in some amount of impatience during the times when congestion becomes inevitable.

Few days back, I was feeling luckier as the roads were deserted and I was riding at nearly 80 kmph. A fast moving machine overtook and I could observe that the rider was thoroughly enjoying his ride. I felt good to see a sturdy and classy helmet on his head. He also had a female pillion and probably, that must have made him cruise in style.

In no time, he went away from my vision and mind. A rare occurrence was in making. 4 kms down the line, I saw that the vehicles had started piling up. The urban biker couple struck my mind followed by a bad thought that sprung out of my heart.

Thankfully, I saw them making their path ahead on the slower lane. Since the other lanes weren't moving, I took the same lane and at one point all the vehicles irrespective of the number of wheels they were standing on, came to an halt.

Since I had some passage ahead of me, I moved ahead till I could. Ultimately, I landed up next to these bikers. Although I didn't want to enter their private space, I couldn't resist from making a couple of comments.

I appreciated - Hey, you have got a nice helmet, dude!

The guy was quite composed and replied - Thank you so much. It is the safest of the lot, too.

I made a bold remark - What about her safety?

Both of them were stunned. Before they could react further, someone behind me honked to enlighten me that the traffic had moved ahead. I shifted gears and also the lane.

1. Head-ing.

Bike rides during the end of winter in the maximum city are super fun to me. The not-at-all chilling but soothing winds make it really worth a spin.

Off-late I have been frequenting more on the highways. Although I am not too finicky about the safety gear, I ensure that I wear a helmet while cruising on the motorway.

Approaching the traffic light on 2 wheels is sheer excitement as the entire motorcycle fraternity finds their way and comes ahead of the four-wheeled luxuries thereby forming a handlebar conglomerate right below the traffic light.

On that day, the red bulb on the traffic light was supposed to glow for a significant 70 seconds. The countdown had already begun. A dude seated on a lovely beast made his way and settled next to me. Not a real good day for him as he hadn't put the helmet at the place it is supposed to be donned.

I saluted him and with an obvious astonishment, he shrugged. I smiled at him and delivered - I see no difference between you and a brave soldier!

He was puzzled and inquired - What is it?

You and a soldier carry an amazing level of dedication. Both of you have don't care about your heads. I admire you.

As the lights turned green, the helmet that was playing the role of a bangle until now had taken it's real place and the wink of my eye resulted in a smile on his lips. Both of us flew off.