Back in 1996, I purchased a Royal Enfield Bullet, a shiny red and chrome Standard Deluxe. It was my first motorcycle ever; I’ve never owned anything ever since I sold it five years later to a doctor. I loved that motorcycle, then. I know better now. I still see it sometimes, running around in my colony, having passed through several hands.
It holds no more joy for me, but I am still amazed to see that almost two decades later, there are others who find joy in her. And that to me is phenomenal; there is no other product in all of India…