Talk to a lonely road
When the only sound i could hear was the murmuring of chain,
If some could understand it, it is definitely the frustration of the chain for being dragged forcibly against the rusty tooth wheel of a year-old bi-cycle.
Even the wind which was flowing against my will did not dare to make any noise.
As i made my hips to sweat out (which i rarely do), my carrier went ahead clumsily and slowly. I am sure any japanese old man can overtake me by just walking with out any extra effort.
The traffic light winked at me and i winked back. I could notice that it flustered for a moment because of the unexpected attention, out of which its little round face turned red.
Perhaps,I noticed for the first time the traffic light did not complain that a commuter did not obey (which normals call as signal jump) it.
As i went farther and farther, the path become narrower and narrower for me and wider for weak machines which require 4 wheels to walk.
Finally, the transition from a small road to a highway was over and i need push my self because of the elevation of the highway.
I felt like a fish swimming really hard to change from a small stream flow to a big river.
The highway was heavily lit by the street lights, unlike the gloomy pathway i just came from.
The Tall xenon lights are as frustrated as my cycle chain was because of the interruption to their solitude.
But i did not care and kept moving like abhimanyu in to chakra vyuham. At that point i was not sure whether who is capapble of trapping me.
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Fairy tale is not yet over, i will continue in my next post.
I love night stroll on lonely roads of tokyo outskirts,
As much as i love a Butter scotch ice cream full of raisins and fruits.
If some could understand it, it is definitely the frustration of the chain for being dragged forcibly against the rusty tooth wheel of a year-old bi-cycle.
Even the wind which was flowing against my will did not dare to make any noise.
As i made my hips to sweat out (which i rarely do), my carrier went ahead clumsily and slowly. I am sure any japanese old man can overtake me by just walking with out any extra effort.
The traffic light winked at me and i winked back. I could notice that it flustered for a moment because of the unexpected attention, out of which its little round face turned red.
Perhaps,I noticed for the first time the traffic light did not complain that a commuter did not obey (which normals call as signal jump) it.
As i went farther and farther, the path become narrower and narrower for me and wider for weak machines which require 4 wheels to walk.
Finally, the transition from a small road to a highway was over and i need push my self because of the elevation of the highway.
I felt like a fish swimming really hard to change from a small stream flow to a big river.
The highway was heavily lit by the street lights, unlike the gloomy pathway i just came from.
The Tall xenon lights are as frustrated as my cycle chain was because of the interruption to their solitude.
But i did not care and kept moving like abhimanyu in to chakra vyuham. At that point i was not sure whether who is capapble of trapping me.
........................................................
Fairy tale is not yet over, i will continue in my next post.
I love night stroll on lonely roads of tokyo outskirts,
As much as i love a Butter scotch ice cream full of raisins and fruits.
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