Its long time and I wish to travel back to the days when I drove my Mo-Bike (BSA-GOLD STAR: 1952 VINTAGE) on to the road; cress crossing small hills in THAR DESERT with my girl. The days are gone I no more keep that mo-bike with me; must be lying somewhere in old garage.
That was wonderful machine (350 CC OF CHERRY RED COLOR). On that Mo-bike I took her out on my first date. There after this jolly good machine witnessed the scripting moments of my love. This machine faithfully carried me and my girl on many long drives in THAR DESERT and it never failed.
I now, wish to go back to those roads and to those sand dunes where we scripted our love story so passionately. I was destined to be dumped so I was by this girl. When that girl left me; this Mo-Bike, strangely ceased to be efficient to accommodate a stranger with me on pillion. I felt on its frequent breakdown that this Mo-Bike too wanted me to get back that girl…Yes, the girl which I loved… How I could explain that she left me half way. In frustration I handed over my Mo- Bike to garage owner at New Delhi saying that, I will come back but I never went back.
Neither that girl and nor that Mo-Bike is with me but yes at times they do come back and I go back to those roads in my memories. Where ever you are my love do remember that once we drove onto those roads of THAR DESERT. When very few dared to venture out in the desert and we did it. If ever you go back on to those roads again; I hope you would remember that once upon a time we both wished to write the story of our lasting love and we failed. And if incidentally those memories makes you cry; then, please don’t wipe your tears, let it flow, because in those tears I resides and let me roll over those cheeks which once I kissed.
SHE DUMPED ME BUT I DO REMEMBER MY FAITHFUL AND LOVING MOTORCYCLE BSA-GOLD STAR