Quirky Glasses

"Why did you start writing?" I asked him. Judging by his intriguingly detailed write ups I have always adored, I was expecting some deep reflections on how it fulfilled him. "To impress a girl." He replied rather coyly. I laughed at his unexpected answer. For a moment there I glimpsed the young boyish persona hidden beneath the facade of a formidable college student. "And did she get impressed?" I enquired "I don't know." He shrugged. He remained silent for a few minutes "You know, I have to prize words out of your mouth. I thought for someone who wrote a lot you would talk as much." I replied as the silence prolonged. He laughed. "She liked my writings. She kept asking me when the next write ups would be due." "So it kept you motivated to write more?" "Yeah. Sort of. I wanted to build up that image of a writer for her. To impress her. I wrote because of her. I wouldn't claim myself to be a wr...

Lens And Piston( @lensandpiston ) One of the early memories Fayaz recalls from his childhood is of him crawling under a Maruti Gypsy. He viewed the underbody of the Gypsy with as much fascination as someone seeing the stars in Milky Way for the first time. “It runs in the family,” Fayaz said “the love for automobiles.” With time the toddler’s fascination grew. He identified cars by its bumpers before he could count numbers. Fast forward a few years, the teenage Fayaz pined after bikes his father couldn’t afford. Undeterred, he saved up for his first bike, doing odd jobs. He bought his first bike, a Yamaha YBX 125 in his second year of Engineering. The depth of love and pride he felt for his hard-earned bike knew no bounds. If he could cuddle it in his sleep, he would have. But in his final year of college, the trend of owning a Royal Enfield Classic gripped Fayaz, just like everyone else. Everywhere he turned the exhaustive sound of the Bullet bikes followed him like a gh...