रूह से बहती हुई धुन यह इशारे दे कुछ मेरे राज़ तेरे राज़ आवारा से खो गए हम कहाँ? रंगों सा यह जहां टेढ़े मेढ़े रास्ते हैं जादूई इमारतें हैं मैं भी हूँ तू भी हैं यहां खोयी सोयी सड़कों पे सितारों के कन्धों पे हम नाचते हैं उड़ते हैं यहां सो गयी हैं यह सासें सभी अधूरी सी हैं कहानी मेरी फिसल जाएँ तोह भी तो डर न कोई रुक जाने की ज़रुरत नहीं ~ kho gaye hum kahaan , Prateek Kuhad "The magic of bali is best experienced on a scooter" he said, "you just gotta learn! shed those fears". She rolled her eyes, this wasn't the first time he had said this, and the worst part is, she knew he was right - she really needed to learn. Bali was still magical to her without the scooter frankly, but she could see how driving far away from the madness of the town to the rice fields would be liberating. As much as she loved her bicycle, cycling 10 kilometers up and down wasn't her scene (or ability). She got up from the dining table they were sharing in this homestay