Where Two Wheels met Courage💪

Ten years back I started learning to drive two wheeler.

I learnt through a driving school instructor. She used to pick me from my home and teach me for an hour and drop me back to my home.

I never knew I would be able to ride myself until I tried initially I learnt to drive straight by putting both legs down' later days I learnt to drive in circles and rounding a park which has right and left turns. But I didn't have confidence had a on road fear what if someone missed to hold break and hit me from back, I had this fear as I met with an accident when I was driving cycle to my college and thankfully nothing major but that fear made me lot. 

But somehow learned to drive and later got our new bike. Even for test drive I couldn't drive just saw if my legs are reachable. I used to practice inside my apartment for turns I used to practice early morning and night when kids don't play. Then I finally got confidence. 

On day of driving test I started earlier, i used to avoid bridge road as I was less confident, so I take a long route to avoid that, the road to test location was on outer ring road that way I came across a three hump speed breaker that was very first time am riding like that so I was afraid somehow managed and went to test location. 

The real panic started from there, everyone was practicing to put eight by keeping two bricks with some distance

 I had no idea how the test would be, some how by seeing my tensed face a boy helped me by telling not to panic by seeing others akka you can actually take a big eight not this closer only thing is you should not put your legs down just do it as per your comfort like that. 

Somehow I passed my test and after test same boy accompanied me and gave confidence to ride over the bridge Nothing to fear somehow I gained confidence and ride over bridge first time , I was really thankful to that boy I never met him again but he supported me in most needed time.

I could never forget the day I picked my son back from his school after his sports day. That was my first night drive on my two wheeler, that too on a rainy day. From then on, my journey still continued…

The rain didn’t just fall that evening,it poured, as if the sky had been waiting all day to let go. The roads were unfamiliar in the dark, the streetlights flickering through sheets of water, and every passing vehicle felt like a test of my courage. My son sat quietly behind me, his tiny hands holding onto me-not tightly, not fearfully, but with a kind of trust that said, “You’ll get us home.”

And that trust changed everything.

Until that day, I had always hesitated,waiting for the right time, the right conditions, someone to accompany me, or simply a reason strong enough to push me forward. But that night, I didn’t have the luxury to wait. I had to move, to decide, to face the rain and the road.

The rain didn’t seem like an obstacle and night no longer meant uncertainty. Instead, they became reminders of what I was capable of ,how one moment, one responsibility, one small hand resting on my shoulder could change everything.

My journey still continues… but now, I ride not with fear, but with strength I discovered on that rainy night.