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An epic Romance

Unlike the Shakespeare novels, this story does not start with the intro of a boy or a girl. This trip starts with amit. He is a monstrous human being who is temporarily speechless. It’s a good thing, believe me. Amit told his mom, correction texted him mom that he won’t be coming home tonight. Now we are all lying there in a hotel, tired after an epic concert at which I did not indulge in the act of drinking because I thought I would be going home. Abhiram proposes that we should visit a cafe in Bangalore which is open 24/7. As usual, excitement was in the air and we took the bait. We were on the road in a jiffy. Satya was driving. The group consisted of Satya, myself, Amit, Shiva and Abhi. By the way abhi is a boy according to his passport. He once made a statement that he has nothing between his legs. Ever since we are all confused about his sexuality. The cafe is on Mysore road. As usual, gps comes to our rescue. Once we were on the highway Satya reached cruising speeds. Dj Dumbo was sitting in front and his song selections were pathetic. The only songs he played were disco music and there was no way we could dance to it sitting in a car. By shear dumb luck Dj Dumbo started playing the right songs as we were going and this is where the romance began. It was love at first sight. The roads were like the stairway to heaven. As Satya cruised into heaven they madly fell in love. They hid this from everyone. The girl’s father made his presence felt every now and then and Satya would slow down. But he would be back to top speeds in a matter of seconds. As satya maintained his foot on the pedal the car sailed smoothly on the highway with the romantic couple. I and Abhi made fun of the couple every now and then. We reached our destination in record time and all the credit went to Satya. We checked the cafe, unfortunately the fact that it was Sunday was not helping, it was packed. We took off immediately. The couple back together again. But now every now and then they would break off. We had to stop two or three times because abhi was starting to fall asleep and in a road trip that was not permitted. We finally reached Mysore, the city of palaces. If I start talking about it, I wouldn’t know when to stop. It is a marvelous place to live, filled with palaces, great paintings n spectacular sceneries. When people go to visit Mysore, they only see the things that are put on display like the palace or the art gallery. You would be surprised by the things you find when you look into the city, true Kannadigas waking up early morning to the sharp and soothing voice MS Subhalakshmi singing Suprabhatham amidst drawing the traditional Kollam that immediately takes you to the heart and soul of south India , the amazing butterflies at the butterfly sanctuary, the deadly cobras slithering away through the grass in the morning mist and the view of the magnificent sunrise by the side of the Lalith Mahal Palace . At 3 in the morning the Mysore palace was lit up gallantly. Satya made efforts to capture this beauty with his beauty capturing equipment. Mind you, if u saw the device he uses, even you would have a hard time calling it a camera. Then we visited the helipad close to the Lalith mahal palace where me and my dad used to come jogging long time ago. It is a beautiful spot where people come for yoga in the morning. The divine beauty of the morning sun is spectacular in that region. Sadly it was cloudy that day hence we couldn’t watch the sunrise. We were back on the road again. What was supposed to be a trip to a cafe had now turned into a road trip to Mysore to eat Idlies. That was our excuse for going that far, to have mallige Idllies. They are as soft as Sm's pillow. Four years ago, we could have gone up and down four times and still have plenty of energy to spare. But we realize now that we are not eighteen anymore. On the way back all of except Satya fell asleep. Cruising at top speeds the love story was growing strong. then there came a time when Satya fell asleep on the wheel , the couple made love and we were woken up to a sudden jolt when their father dropped by. We made a pit stop at the Kamat restaurant where they make Idllies by wrapping them in banana leaf. After accomplishing our goal we headed back home.

For as long as we are alive and together, we shall be 18 till we die in our soul. Amit, Dj Dumbo and my brother from another mother, Abhiram, the artist and philosopher with nothing between his legs , Shiva , the diplomat, a world class classical keyboardist who is part of a progressive metal band and the manic driver and top notch photographer Satya parted ways to meet again another day . As we entered Bangalore city the couple parted ways .the epic romance between the 140kmph mark on Satya's speedometer and the needle that shows the speed had come to a close. 140kmph had gone home along with her father, Mr.Roadbump. Until we meet again on another epic journey with the Eldritch buddies,

c'est la vie

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