A Ride, A Dream, and a Moment to Keep

A couple riding a motorcycle at night in front of the World Trade Center (WTC) in Bangalore, with city lights illuminating the road and buildings.

A peaceful nighttime motorcycle ride through the bustling streets of Bangalore, passing the towering WTC building. A ride filled with conversations, dreams, and a much-needed escape from the city's chaos.

Some moments in life feel like dreams, so perfect, so real, yet so fleeting. This is one such moment, a simple ride that became a cherished memory.

A Surprise That Felt Like a Dream

I was having snacks with my office friends when a message popped up:

"Hey, I want to go out."

Without a second thought, I replied, "Okay, I’ll come in 30 minutes."

Reaching her office through Bengaluru’s traffic was a task, but my heart was already on the road, racing toward her.

The Ride That Felt Right

She sat behind me and said, "My head feels heavy, I just need some peace. Let’s go somewhere."

I suggested the airport, our usual refreshing ride. But this time, she wanted something different, somewhere to sit, breathe, and talk.

She picked World Trade Center, Yeshwanthpur, and we started our journey.

Conversations That Made the Night

She spoke about work stress, salary delays, and the pressure of upcoming changes. I listened, knowing I couldn’t change things but wishing I could.

We reached WTC, parked the bike, and walked toward the rooftop restaurant. But hunger led us to Orion Mall, where she had pizza while talking to her mother. Watching her laugh, even for those 15 minutes, was a moment I wouldn’t trade for anything.

She spoke about switching jobs, her sister’s upcoming wedding, and how life was moving too fast.

A Simple Dream We Both Share

A couple sits by a peaceful reflecting pool at night, engaged in a heartfelt conversation, with city lights and a fountain glowing in the background.

Some conversations don’t need daylight, just the right person, a quiet place, and the magic of the night.

At 10:30 PM, we sat in front of the fountain outside WTC.

A warm and intimate moment where one person gently offers a cozy winter coat and gloves to another, symbolizing care, love, and protection in a softly lit, candle-lit setting.

Sometimes, love isn’t in words but in small, thoughtful gestures, like offering warmth on a cold night.

The cold breeze made her shiver, so I gave her my shirt and gloves.

Looking at the luxury apartments across the street, she said, "I’d like to stay there for a day or two, but I prefer a simple home, with a garden and a dog."

I smiled because that’s exactly what I want too.

The Best Ending to a Perfect Day

We rode back. Near her home, we had juice before parting ways.

At her place, she did her nightly routine, and I waited. I wanted to ask, "Shall I massage your head with oil?" but I was scared she’d say no.

But then she came back with an oil bottle, and I knew, this was the moment I had been waiting for.

Massaging her head and feet, sitting beside her as she drifted to sleep, and later holding her hand, this was more than a dream. It was happiness.

A Ride, A Dream, and Us
You wanted a ride, a break from the day,
Without a thought, I was on my way.

But honestly, this was my dream too,
To ride with you, under the evening view.

You spoke of work, of stress, of delay,
I listened, hoping it’d all go away.

With you behind, my heart felt light,
Every turn, every mile felt just right.

You spoke of dreams, a simple life free,
A home with a garden, just how it should be.

And I smiled, because that’s mine too,
A peaceful life, just me and you.

Later that night, in quiet embrace,
I held your hand, my happiest place.

Morning: A Prayer and a Simple Meal

I woke up first and freshened up. When she woke up, I asked, "Coffee or tea?" even though I knew she wouldn’t have anything.

I just wanted to do something for her.

She did her Saturday pooja while I silently prayed, "Please, God, let us be together forever."

A cozy breakfast scene featuring a bowl of nutritious ragi porridge topped with banana slices, almonds, and sesame seeds, accompanied by a glass and bottle of milk, a bowl of almonds, and fresh fruits on a wooden table. A person in a warm sweater is gently holding the glass of butter milk.

A peaceful morning starts with a wholesome meal. A bowl of ragi porridge, fresh fruits, and almonds, simple, nourishing, and filled with warmth.

She made Raagi Ganji with buttermilk, soaked almonds, raisins, carrots, oranges, and bananas, a perfect meal for a fitness freak like me.

She said, "I’m bad at cooking. I didn’t make anything tasty."

I smiled and replied, "This is more than enough."

A delicate pink bougainvillea flower growing by the roadside, gently touched by a person's hand in soft golden sunlight. Fallen petals and dried pine needles surround it, adding a sense of fleeting beauty.

Bougainvillea flower for her

After breakfast, she left for the office, and I rode back. But before that, I stopped and picked a Bougainvillea flower for her, because she deserves more than words.

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