Boom

Now and then I make everything I do, a struggle for survival. Like if I don't climb my stairs in ten steps everything will fall down on me. I think the word you're looking for is 'floopy'.

So this time I'm starting from college and suddenly the movie "speed" pops into my head. Heh, and so this time if I cross 50 Kph, I shouldn't travel slower than that, or my bike will explode.

I blew up at Lakshmi mills, 2 Kms from College. Not bad, I must say, in a stretch with two traffic signals (which were thankfully green) and insane traffic.