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Every ride is a new story waiting to be told
On a fine (hot) Wednesday afternoon, I found myself stuck at a critical point in a translation project. I sit staring at the text in the PDF and frantically search for the word in the dictionary. Nothing works! Though it is summer, a cool and soothing breeze blows through the window. It whispers and implores me to take a break and step out. I head to the kitchen and whip a cup of cold coffee to cool my head.
As the caffeine kicks in, an idea forms in my head. Why not go for a ride? But where do you head out for a short ride this late in the evening? Counting my blessings, one of which is being in Mysore, I decide to circumnavigate Mysore City by riding on the peripheral ring road. True to its name, the ring road is indeed a circular road around the city. It turned out to be a 48-kilometer ride from door to door, averaging 48 kilometre an hour, even during the peak traffic time.
The cool breeze soothed the soul. Watching the numerous vehicles and people from all walks of life heading home after a day's hard work was heartening. Shutting out my worries, I enjoyed the hour-long ride, appreciating the spectacular road the city corporation has maintained and being compassionate towards the ignorant people riding nonchalantly. A ride doesn’t always have to be a gruelling, multi-day adventure; sometimes, it can be as simple as this to lift my spirits.