I can’t sleep.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t sleep.
Screw that, I want to sleep.
God, why can I not sleep.
Pranav’s brain was buzzing with continuous calls for sleep, “The last time I felt so helpless with sleep was in that wretched Economics class in 12th standard. I would sit and yawn incessantly during the entire class and imagine if there was a sleep suppressing device consisting of two small sticks that you could fit in between the eyelids. The sticks would hold the eyelids apart, thereby preventing them from meeting and making it difficult for a person to sleep. Fifteen years hence, and there is still no sign of such an equipment. God, what would I have not given to sleep then. God, what would I not give to sleep right now. Why am I never able to do what I want to do? Why do I always have to turn a blind eye to what I desire?”
“Pranav, be a man and let this be an exception. Be a man and follow your heart. Carpe diem, if all that you yearn for is sleep then you will sleep, right here right now.”
Pranav closed his eyes. He could feel his mind come to a blank. He was coming to enjoy the ease but his relaxed stance had let the motorcycle freewheel ahead. As the road turned slightly, his helmet collided with Namrata’s and they were going to fall. He opened his eyes just in time to take control of the bike and save them from tripping. He braked and parked in a corner to catch his breath and recollect his thoughts.
Namrata got off the bike, removed her helmet and as she stretched her arms casually she told him,”Pranav, I know that there must have been a lot of occasions lately when all you must have wanted is to get rid of me; and if killing me is how you have decided to achieve that, I just want you to know that I don’t want to die in an accident especially not so far from home, especially in a secluded valley where my corpse will rot unattended for hours before a living soul realizes of my having passed to a higher abode.”
“Namrata, can you save the speech please. I did not intend to kill you, I just lost hold of the brakes for a minute, that’s it.”, Pranav rattled back at her.
“Don’t lie Pranav, I know you dozed for some seconds and you were knocked out of it when your brain cells registered that we are going to trip and not very pleasantly.”, Namrata asserted with confidence.
“That is absolute crap. You are sitting behind me, how can you say for certain that I was about to sleep.”, he argued.
Namrata smiled, she tucked a hair strand behind her ears and began explaining to him, “Pranav, you have a horrible hand at automobiles but what you have demonstrated in the past fifteen minutes with the Royal Enfield is even shameful for your grotesque riding skills. Now, renting a bike to Leh was your idea, so you’d commit your life to validate this idea; which means you should not be riding this bad. But you are, so that means something is meddling with your attention. On a usual day your brain is occupied with three things, work, food and sleep. You haven’t thought of work since the day we flew out of Delhi, you aren’t hungry because we just stopped at a dhaba an hour ago, which means this most definitely has to be sleep. You haven’t slept in the past three days, because we had an early flight, the next night you woke up at around 4am, the next night we had an argument and you spent most part of the night in some part of the hotel I know nothing of and then last night you woke up early to arrive at this amazing plan. All of this strengthens my theory that your brain wants you to sleep and you obliged to its demand.”
Pranav exasperated at her well founded theory, let out in a hurry, “You’d give anything to prove that riding a bike to Leh was a bad idea.”
“You think I need to voluntarily prove it. This was an exciting idea Pranav but not in your context. You abhor riding/driving and for you to ride a motorcycle from Pahalgam to Leh, for eight hours straight, on an uphill road, that does not sound anything short of torture to me.”, she told him.
Pranav was left with no energy to contest her theory. He sat down on the road and with his face between his hands, he agreed, “You are right.”
“About you having dozed off or this being a torture?”, she asked him.
“Both.”, he answered.
“Haha, I knew it.”, she cried out.
“Do you really think this is the time for your evil laughter and that ‘I told you so’ expression.”, he asked her.
“You dragged me out of bed at 5 to pursue a plan based on a 3 second impulse. I think I have earned a minute to relish my victory.”, she replied with an air of pride.
Pranav shook his head in disbelief. How important is it for her to be right, he thought to himself and called out”What a kid you are, Nam?”
“That coming from the person who drew up the most childish plan in the history of mankind.”, she teased him.
“Now that’s an exaggeration.”, he said.
“Who said I believed in subtlety and accuracy.”, she reasoned.
“You can take pride in your foresight for the rest of your life but right now we have to decide what we do next.”, he reminder her of the problem at hand.
“We have to keep moving ahead.”, she articulated without a doubt.
“But I can’t do this anymore.”, he informed her.
“But you have to.”,she stated matter of factly.
“At the cost of killing us both, do you want me to do that.”, he stated in a more matter of factly tone.
“Pranav you can’t chicken out of this plan in the middle of nowhere.”, she argued.
“We are in Dras, we can stay here for the night.”, he suggested.
“Do you know a place where we can put up for the night?”, she inquired.
“We can look for one.”, he replied.
“Another 3 second impulse, is that? What if we do not find a decent accommodation, we will have to revert to the original plan, go to Leh. So why take a detour?”, she contended.
“I cannot ride Nam; the odds that I will die with the monotony of riding are far more than the odds of dozing off while riding. Not that the latter is not lethal but the former has a more venomous factor.”, he explained to her with a tone of exhaustion in his voice.
“Wait a minute, why don’t you ride us ahead.”, he proposed.
“Absolutely not.”, she answered.
“Why not? You love roads, you enjoy every twist they throw at you and at one point you fancied taking an exotic bike trip.”, he insisted.
“That was 25 when I nurtured such fancies, much before my back began giving up on me in the absence of proper support.”, she explained.
“Oh Namrata, don’t present yourself as a 66 year old. You know you can do this and you know we have no alternative and you know it will be a delight for you.”, he said with conviction.
“Okay but only because you have left us no other options. But there are two conditions.”, she announced.
“What?”, he asked her.
“You cannot sleep and you have to keep me entertained.”, she told him.
“As long as I rid myself of riding the beast, everything is fine by me. Even not sleeping and even brainstorming what can I bring to the table for your entertainment”, he told her.
“Sounds like we have a deal then.”, she voiced out as she smiled and fastened the helmet on her head.