the east coast road spanning around 150 km between madras(where i live & work currently) and pondicherry(where home is!) is very special to me. i must’ve ridden up and down quite a few times. in fact, it might even be more than that. for it is quite an ordinary affair these days, to ride up and down, over the weekend.
like i did last night. i was, like always, bumming around in the evening, talking to a friend and just whiling away the time. we’ve been working quite hard off late, and i did not want to work on sunday and intended spending it by catching up with a lot of sleep and generally resting (read lazing around).
i am driven by impulse. at around 9 in the night, i had this sudden urge to meet mother over the weekend. since my friend is also from pondicherry, she tagged along, and we hit the road past 9 in the night. sometimes i find it hard to believe myself. we stopped for dinner en route, just when we reached the outskirts of the city. i ate so much, that coupled with the tiresomness of the week, i had an impulsive urge, just then, to crash right there, or just go back to my room in the city 🙂
but we did ride on, and it was, like always, a beautiful. i particularly like this road for a few reasons. there usually isn’t much traffic, except near madras, where the weekenders get away to nearby beaches, their cars making life pretty miserable for anyone who lives around there. then there is also the sea breeze blowing all along. like i mentioned, i’ve seen different ‘faces’ of this road – ridden early morning, early evening, late night, midnight, hot afternoons, rainy days – the ECR looks familar nowadays. and yet, each ride is a new one, and this was had its own charm, under the bright moonlight.
so when home finally arrived, it was past one in the night. and there was mother, surprised as always, for i never tell them before riding – just to save the old folks of the trouble of worrying. there was this warm, innocent smile on mother’s face, even after being worken up at the most unearthly hour of the night.
as i was woken up late this morning, by the same warmth and affection, that loving voice of mother’s, gently persuading me to get out of bed and have my scrumptious breakfast, i couldn’t help feeling glad for having acted upon impulse, atleast this once.