Firdaus Shaikh

Have You Met India’s Biker-Babes?

Clad in shiney black leather, chin to ankle. Jet black shades guarding a mysterious yet intriguing disposition. A lean mean body one with the bike, perfectly parallel. Waiting next to you at the red traffic light. Except, it’s a hundred degrees outside. So, before their heads explode, they decide to take their helmet off. What you see next, you will fixate upon for a fortnight, easy.