Nobody, other than me, had experienced or shared my joy first-hand at gunning my BattleCat on a beautiful tarmac, and taking her, and my skills, body, and my soul, almost to their very limits.
Until today.
I was speaking to someone on the phone when, between Purandar Fort and Garade, the most beautiful stretch of clean, sparsely populated, unpolluted blacktop with gorgeous views on both sides suddenly came upon me.
The person on the phone stayed on as I did what I love (live?) to do. And heard me describe it and scream & exult as I did it. They heard the excitement in my voice and the sheer pleasure I was deriving from pushing those 47 horses till they foamed at their mouths, while loving every moment of it. My heartbeat was matching the revs on the 650cc engine and blood was racing through my veins to keep pace with the wheels, even as a plethora of endorphins exploded inside my mind. At the end of it all, I was exhausted. And breathless. Like I had just run a marathon. Or, actually, a sprint.
The person at the other end of the line stayed with me throughout. Without speaking. Just listening. And soaking in the absolute joy together. Something no one else but I knew before this.
That was perhaps the most intimate thing I’ve shared with anyone for a rather long time (and I’ve been having enough sex, if I may use the word ‘enough’ loosely). ‘Nuff said.
![Mr Baba: 'Would you like to take off the backpack now that you've been downstairs for like 30 minutes?'
Ms Kym-Kym: 'I like it like this. You should try it. It's very comfortable.'
Mr Baba: [Pulling on his backpack] 'Hmmm, you're right. That's rather snug.'
Ms Kym-Kym: 'Twinning! Yay!'
#LuckiestManAlive #BearFamily](https://scontent-lax3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.29350-15/416920031_3373151642830342_6696851954454537274_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=18de74&_nc_ohc=ZMLmjPdSAEUAX8nnJex&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&oh=00_AfB0olvUVmnenPKd2wCllMDehg5gzDgAbc4BDsGLqIm6pA&oe=65BA4561)
![Kym: 'Mr Baba, can I tell you something wierd? You can actually get tired from doing nothing!!'
Me: 'It is called boredom.'
Kym: 'Noooo. I mean, like physically tired.'
Me: 'One can get tired and sleepy due to boredom. I remember reading about it somewhere. Let's find out.'
[Some Googling later]
Me: 'It says here that "A new paper published in the journal Nature Communications finds that a part of the brain that is associated with motivation and pleasure - the nucleus accumbens - also can produce sleep. The new findings may explain why we have the tendency to fall asleep in the absence of motivating stimuli, i.e., when bored." Isnt it interesting?'
Kym: 'I already knew that. Why do you need to research things we already know?'
Me: [Finding a subject worth talking about now]: ' Ah well, that's what we'll talk of tomorrow on your morning run. It's very interesting the way science is done and our understanding of the universe is expanded.'
Kym: 'Can we talk of unicorns instead?'
Me: 'Sure. How do you know they exist? That's an interesting question too that you can use the scientific method to answer.'
Kym: 'Do they have to exist for us to talk about them? We can just pretend they do for an hour and have fun.'
Me: [Laughing] 'Yes, sure. We can do that too.'
#BabaBabyConversations #BearFamily #KymAndI](https://scontent-lax3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.29350-15/416410840_383105434396466_2267910263456009774_n.webp?stp=dst-jpg&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=18de74&_nc_ohc=LIozs445JFcAX_48wGC&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&oh=00_AfDQ2qbb0yO_wUmLj_L0ZxF61eDdwlIN-vyrd8GZe_pBMQ&oe=65BAFA57)
