The Ride

At first it was scary. Like having a big bazooka in your hand and knowing that one mistake would be one too many. But I had come back to India with a wishlist and this featured at the very top, and I wasnt about to give-up so easily. I was a slow learner. I would return back home each time moist and dizzy - not so much from the heat but from the stress.

Then it got better. Slowly, silently, calm returned. The big machine in my hands felt not so intimidating any more. I loved the freedom it gave me. I loved the possibilities and the opportunities it presented. More than anything else, I felt the triumph of having broken down a barrier - a barrier that had existed in my mind as well those of others. The barrier that no other girl in my family had dared to cross. And I loved proving a lot of people very very wrong about me.

Now, as I slide into my car behind the wheels, I feel dizzy again - not the stress this time but the light-headedness of joy and freedom and of being in control. Its a symbolic victory for me and dont I know it! The engine revvs up and roars into life, and so does my spirit. See ya after the ride!