“STORY OF AN UNKNOWN BULLET FREAK “

When I was a child, my dad owned a bullet. . . . .
He used to sometimes come home in the Midnight, travelling in a lonely way where no vehicle can be found. . . .
Always I used to wait till he comes. . . . .
We could hear that bike sound when he was almost 2km away from home. . . . .
That’s the thing which made me smile in that dark silent nights. . . .
Till today, whenever I hear that sound, I remember Ma Dad. . .
She asked me,

This is the Reason Why I do. . . . . .
“I LOVE MY DAD
I LOVE ROYAL ENFIELD. . . . “