"Yezdi".... Yes "Yezdi"... That was me and my bike. We were always ready to hit the roads. The trump of her exhaust and my heart used to beat together. She was my companion and my best friend who has seen me in all shapes and shades of life. My Nomad life began with her and bag tucked with a pair of jean, two or maybe three t-shirts and no plan of reaching any destination. She was a devil, although she is no more with me but she still...
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