Amidst rising temperatures that sent heat waves, shower is a boon. Last couple of days the Bangalore clouds have been dark and the selfish me did pray for a little rain not more, for I was fine to race through 25 kilometers in the drizzle.
It seemed like the Sun God proved stronger and pushed the rain away for nearly a week. But the case was not same today. As I winded up and saw the clouds following me, I knew it was time to race through like others. By the time I reached closer to Koramangala, it was not just the drizzle; So decided to stop by a famous kachori joint that served North Indian delicacies and treat myself while trying for the Sun to come up. As I neared this joint, completely soaked and looking for a place to park my active, the sight of people running for shelter at the joint, was a bit chaotic. The joint is housed by the main road. So, I spotted a corner, that would give access to the main road, right in front of the eatery, where a geared vehicle was parked. I knew I had to park right next to it, slightly kissing the vehicle keeping in mind the limited space. As my activa squeezed in a hurry to be able to rush, I hit the vehicle down right in front of watchers “all men”.
I did not get any help! With no second thought, I quickly parked my bike, left my belonging in the shelter and rushed back to the spot to pick up the vehicle that was in a position not easy to lift. As these men watched, I lifted the vehicle with not much difficulty, with a man rushing to give me a hand in the last few seconds. All of these in the pouring rain. I saw the eyes were on me!!! I felt proud and sure that many in the crowd felt ashamed for not comming forward to help.
Thanks to my new found riding passion that I lifted the vehicle with ease. Today I felt happy for not being assisted……..
Raastha 