Riding through...

His back was already having that typical rider's ache...as they call it in medical parlance...
A kind of an ache that occurs usually in the lumber region and...
it spreads out evenly to all directions...
Till it follows up the spine..
Sitting for long on the bike and riding through the mob-
One had to experience all those stuff as part of the ride itself...
Even if one's bike has a cushioned seat and even a backrest...
Sitting immobile for long physically with only your reflex working...
Is boring no doubt...specially riding through thick crowd...

He knew all that hazards...
So when the ache started to develop at his back...
And his fingers went stiff (effect of continuous pressing and releasing of clutches...)
He just felt he should get down somewhere...
But finding a lonely spot in the city street as crowded as a pen...
Was a tiresome ask...
Really tiresome and difficult too!

By god!
He found one at last!
A particular less crowded spot...
In front of a teashop lonely...
Only a man was at the stove...
And a kettle was on it...
And a cosy looking lonely bench was there too!
Too tempting!
Tired as he was...
He thought he should jump down there
And park his bike somewhere near...
And sit down on the bench first and light up his Navy cut...
And take a puff or two before ordering a cup of tea...
The time being after sunset and the winter being not far away with the chill getting into the air...
Making the ambiance kind of moist and hazy...

Aha!
He thought...of the prospect of having a cup of warm tea and a few puffs...
So he got down...
So he went to the shop...
So he sat down on the bench and brought out his white packet of fags with a typical 'anti-smoking warning printed in bold lettering' on it...
So he lighted the fag up
And took two frequent puffs...
And ordered a cup of warm liquor brownish-red...
'No milk please...'
He added...
Before he took another two subsequent puffs...

The smoke came out white as chimneys spread smoke to pollute...
Smoke came out in small packs...like small, not-so-dense fluffy cloudlets...
He smoked...
The tea arrived soon in clay pot...
He took two sips...

Aha!
He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth...of the tea...the flavour of the warm liquor relieving...
His aches on his back and fingers...
Then he thought...
He saw a face of a woman bright...
Through his eyes fast closed...
A face of a woman...with...with a small round mole on her left eyebrow...
Perfect!
Like a face of his mother perhaps...
Or like that of someone in the crowd...
Someone's face...
With a small, round mole on left eyebrow that made the face so beautiful...
He thought...
He was not sitting in a teashop...
He thought he was far away...
He thought he had faced his Life...
He thought he rode through it...






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