The motorcycle that carried me and Komala to places, and very often to my in-law’s place so often after my marriage. The motorcycle that later carried me, Komala, and my son , Sreemukh, twenty now. We had so much fun then. All the three of us used to love our vehicle. Bullet has always had a special place in my heart that I always dispersed any suggestion of disposing it off.
And now Sreemukh restored it. Ever since I left to US, I did not have much of an opportunity to ride on it.
And today we tried to bring back those nostalgic moments going to my in-law’s place again. Yahoo!!! I made it, despising my age or my motorcycle’s! 😄