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Itchy Boots - The Female Solo Rider

- Originally Written by SUNIL JOSHAN Noraly Schoenmaker ( Pc: Andrew Walkinshaw) On a sunny day, an invisible conversation was happening like “Hello..you …young lady..” a voice from ground i.e. The Earth and then Normally settled on her bike while adjusting her gloves she replied with a smile by looking at the ground “It’s you..great..yeah..tell me blue brother” and then earth questioned “You seem to be well prepared..to explore me ..right?” and she kept the key, the engine got turned on and replied “yes..blue brother…Basanti (her bike) is always ready...Let’s start our relationship” …she adjusted her helmet, gripped her handlebars, and moved on. Ladakh, INDIA Before starting her solo trip around the world and hitting the roads on her bike, this 30 yrs old young lady, even traveled around the world for 2 years, again worked for another 5 years at Holland and when she earned enough money after that she decided to fulfill her dream i.e. full time travel around the

The Soul Judgement...!!

- An original content By Sunil Joshan “Hello…can you hear me...hello sirrr..?” actually no one has lifted the call itself but since she was in her trance, she didn’t accept it & so, she wiped off her shedding tears with her arms, after a few seconds she redialed it “Hello...You Idiot...Answer me?” that phone kept unsettled, left aside and she crouched down with a burning sorrow, agony in her nerves and a kind of despair then she started yelling severely with a tighten wrists by closed, compelled eyes to express her misery and meanwhile her husband arrived & consoled her with a warm hug to his heart. In another room of the same house, s uddenly a young guy woke up, pressured his eyes with his wrists, felt very highly strung for such sort of dream. But actually, that’s not a dream since such an incident has happened a few days back when he had left his family & his sudden disappearance was backed by certain unexplained circumstances which eventually had left noth

The Rainy Stories

-Original content by Sunil Joshan It's around a year ending, one day when I got stuck in a downpour with a piece of heavy baggage on my back and took a quick run towards a nearby bus stop named Prabhalaya Church in Bangalore, India. It was a completely seems to be a calm and composed ambiance that accompanied with the closed shutters of various shops & halted vehicles on both sides of the road and a mob got sheltered under a colossal isolated tree that left unharmed since it was believed to be a charisma to the entrance of the same church. At the bus stop, I got occupied by the corner of the bench, relieved my shoulders from that heavy baggage & an English hoary guy who got seated at the other side of the same bench gazed at me in a helpful way and offered me water to get myself relaxed. A comfortable conversation happened between us for a few minutes and I got to know about his visit to India. It's around 5:45 PM, since half an hour I was at the bus

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