The Free Spirit…

He would work all night, sleep all day and walk all the way to work by noon. Rugged with long hair he would tell tales of how his bike found its way back to the mechanic yet again and how the helmet developed a crack. He would sit over juice breaks and narrate how all he wanted to do was buy a Big Bike(Numbers bigger than R61) and someday just bike across asia and to europe. He was the free spirit, who had it in him to take the bike a single bag and go all the way to Kargil. Would narrate tales of the creativity of the folks at the Border Roads Organization. If I want to see Ladakh, Leh and lands beyond , its because of him. Promised to learn Snooker with me, he did learn… while I walked over to this place. RIP.