To my beloved...

Today mom dad officially (after I reluctantly said YES) announced that they would be selling off my TVS scooty. For some reasons she has been acting weird and dad was kind of getting bugged with the regular mechanic trips. Plus me not having around must have been a major discomfort for him and her. 

As a tribute to the 8 (out of them 6 actually with me) glorious years of our association, I would like to express my feelings here.

You were presented to me on my 17th birthday. A shining black lady with the most killer looks! You were a surprise gift for me. A sweet surprise indeed!

That was the year when I had officially entered college. I was in my late teens and had those colorful sunglasses on, to soak in the new experiences life was to offer. You were my companion in the only illegal route I have taken, riding a 50 cc bike without a learner's license (for 2 months). I tasted the much hyped teen freedom with you. Riding you was a feeling of unbounded happiness for me. A feeling of control and extreme satisfaction. I could zoom at my own speeds , compete with fellow bikers at break neck (max 60) speeds. Many times when I used to be alone, you gave me company. The long waits before any classes, the incessant honking in front of friends' house, the independence of movement, were all possible because of you. You taught me how to care for others by teaching me how to feel what's going on inside you, how your system works, what turns you off and what turns you on. :) You were a great companion. Your memories still are and will be!

I found a part of myself with you. The one who loves speed and being on her own. 

Then you moved to Pune with me. There also you were a witness to all my adventures. Getting lost, learning new routes, riding triples, dropping off friends, serving mine and my friends' occasional whims of eating Sambhaji's pani puri or Vaishali's spdp, going to localite friends' house when homesick, studying, photo sessions, and innumerable such memories. There I learnt how to respect my freedom and control my independence. I grew up as a person in Pune and you were a testimony to that. 

Riding you still gives me that occasional high of being in total control. Its a very good feeling. Thanks for that :)

Its another weird co-incidence that today morning I went for bike shopping here. And in the evening I got this news. Its a different thing that I could not buy a bike today. But may be its a sign telling me to move on. You were my first vehicle (I hardly rode my bicycle), whom I adored very much. I will make it a point to visit you, of course, if your new owner lets me. You have given me wonderful memories and have been a steadfast friend in a crucial and golden period of my life. 

I will miss you. Wish you and your new owner a life full of adventures :)

nightlfier :)