The Bird that got away

I miss my Enfield. Just the perfect weather these days to hit the roads. With the rains somewhat slackening and the hills all green, this is the time to get to one of those biking roads around Pune.
I remember year before last, when I'd drive down to Sinhgarh very early in morning riding in the cold weather dressed in Jeans and a simple T. Then lie around in grass on the hill top, reading books and watching the Sun rise, spreading warmth, morning walkers starting to come up. Then have tea and Onion Bhaaji at those stalls in the fort, sometimes Pitala bhakri too.
In fact read most of Papillon, at Sinhgrah like that.
Those were the days *sigh*.