While riding in the mountains, every curve ,every bend opens up a panorama of beautiful landscapes. Looking at these I wish I had an additional pair of eyes to soak myself completely into this nectar of vision. I ride into the cool wind with a hint of mist combined with the smell of a cocktail of pleasant fragrances. As I ride further up the mountains, the distant peaks and riverbeds create a wave-like structure which magnifies every moment resembling my rising heart rate in an ECG machine. The sound of wind passing smoothly over my helmet surface creates a soothing noise which is counterbalanced by the revving sound of the thumping engine thrusting me deeper into a constant silence. In that silence as I look into the rear viewing mirror, I see lofty ice capped peaks and I think I am going away from them but suddenly a subtitle in the mirror says the objects in the mirror are closer than they appear and I feel relaxed. A rhythm of silence starts to set in me as I pass through the curves and hair pin bends, bowing to each one of them by leaning towards them respecting the laws of physics. I pass through the suspension bridge connecting the two mountains with railings of Tibetan prayer flags holding it together over the stream of water/life which mountains give us as a blessing. I keep riding through the villages and hamlets, every one busy in their work, I observe their radiant faces filled with the slowness of life along with burnt red cheeks resembling the heat of happiness from the Sun. As the long ride continues I get into the dilemma whether I am pushing my bike or my bike is pushing me and I keep murmuring the answers within my head and suddenly a huge waterfall comes out of nowhere and I conclude my answer with that vision. Soon I find myself riding into the sunset and I see the slant sun rays blinding my vision and forcing me to raise my hand to block it and it feels like I am saluting the Sun for illuminating the whole day. After munching some kilometers I arrive at my destination for the day but I think I was at the destination the whole day and get confused with destination and journey finally realising it is one. As I lock my bike in the parking lot it looks like it has slept instantly by tilting its neck in one direction and recovering from the marathon ride. I close my eyes to make my eyelid a screen to project the whole day’s recording.