Dial ' T ' for the Bird !

     It was almost dark outside and a bit cold. I suddenly got up, took my jacket & keys, did not even care to see if I am wearing the same pair of sandals and walked down the stairs to the parking. As I was walking towards my bike the coldness of air was diffusing inside me. I had not talked to anyone before leaving. This was there in the back of my mind but it was not enough to keep me in the house. I reached my bike, opened the handle lock and turned on the fuel knob. So impatient I was that half a minute it took me to take my bike out from the parking to the road was enough to stop my breath and make me aware that there is something, in my chest, which if I wait any longer, would burst out and disappear in the darkness surrounded. The palpitation suddenly stopped as I started the cold, shiny engine, as if because the firing at the center of the bike roared even louder. I put the bike in the gear and looked at the road aimlessly, I wanted to go, perhaps, into the unknown.

Have you ever done this? Have you ever experienced the emptiness in you, so strong, void flowing into the unknown force that is pulling it with all its might? There was not stopping to this. 
     I was driving, music plugged in, shuffled, ignoring the road, the living, moving, non living things, everything. The trans was so fast and was climbing up from the throttling engine on to the fuel tank and through the handle bar up and in. Like after gaining consciousness, I found myself on wide, empty, shadowy cantonment roads and it was blissful to drive,consciously, on these roads. The pictures that I have seen of the old British Raj days, of soldiers and officers  riding and posing with their Royal Enfield's. The sepia period was so evident on these road with the T-bird.
     It was like entering a new world altogether, which was already there,  in front of me but the doors could only open when you are ready for it. The feeling was mixed; I was feeling that I was weightless at the same time I was handling a mustang,who was ready to unleash the wind  within, and I was also feeling that at this point of earth time, no one right now knows where I am, what I am doing and importantly, where I was going. There was no reference point for me now. The void that started all this tonight, was now going more and more deep.  Like some one (?) has unpinned me from the soft board of Time. The world was intangible or was I?
     The distinction,as if, between the beating heart and the roaring engine was blurred. It was like when a solo guitarist is singing and playing at the same time and you feel that the song and the cords co evolved into a single beautiful piece of artistry. Any one, alone, could not create the same effect as the duo. The resonance just created was even more emphasized with the open road.
     This was the time when I realized that it was the Hidalgo or the Pegasus that I have owned now. And it is 'it', that is  making me glow, as the wrought iron glows in the burning furnace, but once taken out goes back to the original dullness. 
And as I was thinking this I was back in my parking lot.


Misa.