My second shot at story writing.

On a wonderful weekend afternoon as Ravi’s closing eyes prepare for its first dream, a sudden buzz cuts it short.
Hey Ravi, this is Sid, what are you doing man?”
“Hey Man, I am just preparing to sleep, anything you need?” – says Ravi.
“Get up you lazy log, Come out and see the weather. We will go for an ice cream. come quickly. I am taking out my bike. ”
“Ok”- says Ravi, a little reluctantly.
As he starts getting ready to go out, a number of places cross his mind. He thinks that the bakery shop around the crossing would be wonderful, but no, that distance is too short for a bike trip in a wonderful afternoon. Probably they can go to the stylish, newly opened ‘ice cube’ which serves quite delicious flavors. But that is a little distance away. Sid may not agree to ride that far. He negates that option as well. We will decide that on the fly. He says to himself.
“Vroom”… Sid’s machine roars.
“Where are we going?” asks Sid.
“Wherever our vision stops”, Ravi says smiling.
“Ok, let’s roll then.”
They start. They move and eventually they ride past all the corners where vision could have stopped. Their favorite hangout also passes by the side but they don’t stop. Finally they hit the lonesome highway where nothing except the moaning of the amplifiers is heard. And then they stop, but not on their wish but over the wish of their machine.
“What happened?” Ravi asks from back.
“Don’t know, I think some problem with the engine.” Replies Sid.
“Was your bike not serviced?”
“Yes, it was”
“Something must have happened.”
Whatever happened, one thing is sure, we are not going to find any mechanic, forget about the purpose we started for.” Ravi said quite mockingly as they start pushing the bike further.
Why did he come out with this guy? He could have simply taken a weekend afternoon nap. Thinks Ravi. All the plans he made while he was coming out made him angry, annoyed, and dejected with himself, with Sid, with whatever machines that overtakes them echoing their amplifiers. He decides he will never come out with Sid again. No planning, always trouble inviting. His bike also inherits his master. That’s it. Out of pure frustration he stops. Sid’s repeated attempts to push the bike till the nearby tree goes in vain. They stop together and a deafening silence comes to engulf them with no ideas coming to their rescue.
“You need some help?” suddenly, Ravi hears it from nowhere. He lifts his head to see two young boys, probably in their early teens, shirts button less, tied with a string, and trousers soiled, hair covered with dust, having a stick and a ball made of plastic bags in hand.
“Can we get a mechanic nearby?” Ravi asks them.
One of them tells him that they could find one if they can push the bike to some distance. Ravi throws out this idea as well. Seeing this, the boys ask if they could push the bike while Ravi and Sid can follow.
They agree and start walking down. After walking quite a long distance, they arrive at a place where it seemed they could get some help. They bring an old man from somewhere who starts mending the bike. After spending quite some time the old man finally succeeds in starting the bike.
A sudden gust of fresh air comes and hits their faces. They could suddenly feel the air of relief within. As they prepare to start, Sid calls the boys and takes out the wallet. One of them comes forward and points a finger across the road. Sid moves his head to see an ice-cream trolley. He moves and quickly grabs two stick and pulls out a hundred rupee note to pay.
“No change, ten rupees, sir”
And as he hands the ice cream sticks to them, Ravi and Sid sees their glowing faces. The boys start running to their home with their prized possessions as if it is a victory lap. They had never seen faces so happy, eyes so much thankful, expressions so much pristine. The frustration, the anger, the tiredness is gone in a flash. They could simply feel a sense of gratitude for coming so far, thankfulness for meeting two strangers, gratefulness for an event which ended in joy, for everything that created the day, for something which they thought could only make tongue a little sweeter but actually extended itself to make life much much sweeter.