The Road That Taught in Its Own Language

This evening was supposed to be just another ride, but it turned into something more a classroom without walls, where the road became my teacher and my companion became the reason I learned.

We started like we always do, reporting our weekly highs and lows as if it was a ritual check in. But this time, I wasn’t just riding, I was also observing. That’s because my companion let’s call him my “life brother” (a mix of brother, friend) was right there. His presence made me look beyond the speedometer.

Every curve reminded me how life bends unexpectedly. Some turns were smooth, others tested balance, just like moments in life where we need to slow down, think, and adjust. The broken patches of road? They screamed reality life won’t always be polished sometimes it’s rough, but still, it moves forward.

As I sat back, I noticed the tall trees standing like silent mentors, teaching patience and endurance. The barricades whispered reminders of boundaries where to pause, where to slow down. Vehicles rushing past us symbolized people in life some overtake, some cross paths, some just pass by without leaving a mark.

The weather itself turned into a storyteller. Going uphill, the cool breeze refreshed us like success after hard effort. Coming downhill, the heat struck again, a reminder that life alternates between comfort and challenge. Both are part of the same ride.

But here’s the best part none of these lessons would have hit me if I was riding alone. If it weren’t for my companion, I would’ve been busy gripping the handlebar, missing the bigger picture. He gave me the gift of awareness, of looking around, of realizing life’s subtle metaphors hidden on the roadside.

And when we finally reached, the tiredness vanished. The distance, the curves, the rough patches all felt worth it. That’s life too the destination makes the struggle meaningful.

Oh, and how did we wrap it all up? Not with philosophy, not with grand speeches, but with dosa. Yes, the legendary South Indian food that tastes best after a long ride. Maybe that’s another lesson life can be deep, but sometimes all it needs is good food to make it complete.

So here’s my takeaway roads teach, rides heal, but companions make the journey unforgettable.

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  1. AnanthSeptember 20, 2025 at 8:29 PM

    Beyond the speedometer 😂, run for life kinda situation when I was riding right😂

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