Not a single ray of light to guide me through the night I stumble, I fall, I rise to move again There is no horizon, and no wrong or right Just the darkness and the unsettling rain Lost in randomness,

Had written this travel log as a mail to my friends before I started this blog. Posting it here now. Dont think half of them read this humongous mail, but do go through if you want to know about biking

The Toll Collector It was one of those cloudy nights with a biting chill in the air. Pitch dark. Walking to work at 1 am might be considered odd, but for the toll collector it is the time when his shift