You Fascinate Me
Viren gently brakes his Royal Enfield Continental, as he rides past the hoarding –Welcome to City Beautiful. His mind is still wandering through the lush vales, amidst the majestic deodars… surrounded by ‘her’ luscious fragrance. Ah! the memory… In the plush lobby of Radisson Jass, all members of the ‘5-day Motorbike Expedition for the Geriatric Millennials’ were completing the formalities for rental motorcycles for their tour to the hills… except Dr. Viren. He had his own racing bike. So he sat smugly sipping his macchiato, when a whiff of lavender gently tickled his nostrils. Viren looked around, and spotted a tall woman entering the restaurant –clad in a skin tight blue jeans paired with a loose beige sweatshirt and coral cloured plimsolls, her hair falling on her shoulders, the studs on her earlobes glinting now and then. She had a glass of fresh juice in one hand which Viren guessed was watermelon, her mobile phone in the other, and a tote bag on her shoulder. After she occupi