Yet again, I recall that it was a long dream but don't recall the complete sequence of events which unfolded therein.
For the first time I dreamt of my Bullet. I was in some hilly region along with Arti and many other members of my family. It was a fort enclosed territory if I can remember correctly much like what I've seen in Chittorgarh, Jaipur and other places in Rajasthan.
We had to go from one place to another. Arti and I were on the bike while others were in a car. We lost our way a little before we were back on the right path...
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