It was the early hours of a fine morning. I came home in my cab. Walked to the lift and while I was waiting for the lift, I casually glanced and saw my Unicorn ( UniBabe) over there. Gathering dust, feeling rejected while my dad's two bikes were continuously being ridden by my dad. I felt sorry for her but I couldn't do much and I went home and asked my mom whether I could take her out on fridays to office and got the usual response "No, it's too dangerous and people drive sleepy and drunk at this early hours! ". So finally, I left it there.
My dad came home and I went to pick him up the moment I came back from office. I was surprised! I was scared to drive! I was driving extremely slow and my head turning 360 degrees, keeping an eye on the RVMs flashing and shaking the moment someone honks! Then I told my dad on the way back because I was driving almost after 2 years since I joined my new job and I had a pick and drop of cab, never used to go anywhere during weekends and sleep at home. Then I with my parents decided that this is not going well and that I must take out the bike frequently. So it started and I started to take it out on fridays only and that went for some time.