My Bicycle

Since I was 3 years old, I love cycles a lot. Me and my friends used to have a tricycle race every day. Lekin ek din saavdhani hati durghatna ghati :P meri tricycle se aage ka wheel hi nikal gaya , but I was soo obsessed for cycling that I didn't stop. I continued cycling even though wheel nikal jata and I didn't want a new cycle as I loved the old cycle way too much.

After a year or two, I demanded a bicycle from my parents. Dad said "Pehle sikh le ache se phir nayi cycle milegi". I was lucky enough that my friends were so damn good that they taught me how to ride a bicycle. Thank you bhai log. 

After learning cycling I again demanded for cycle but Dad didn't agree this time. He had a fear of having my hand or leg fractured due to cycling as I was hyperactive at that time, well still I am. He had fear ki kahin main kho na jaun township me and he will have to run all the time to find me. And this fear of Daddy even got more strong when a puppy ran behind me while cycling and I was hit by a pole. All blame was on the cycle. This incident happened when I was in 5th std. 

This fear of him continued for several years and know what there is a backstory behind it. My daddy’s hand got fractured due to cycling during his childhood and my great granny scolded him badly so dad didn’t want that the same thing getting repeated; but Dad didn’t knew that there is a vast difference between my great granny and my granny. 

I didn't get a bicycle but yes my friends were so good they allowed me to ride theirs'.  Now having my own bicycle became a dream to me. I started saying to dad in masti "Even if you buy me a Helicopter I will still demand for a cycle".

And the day came when Daddy observed me cycling. Wo bohot hi shubh din tha that Daddy finally agreed to buy me Bicycle literally after 16 years and the very next day he bought me the cycle. That day I came to know it wasn't that he didn't want to buy me a cycle but it was all his care and fear that stopped him to buy. And finally, it was like a dream came true that I got my own bicycle.

There are no words to express the gratitude. Still, Dhanyawaad Daddy for buying me cycle even after I am grown up. Wo kehte hai na kisi cheez ko shiddat se chaho to puri kainaat jud jati hai use paane ke liye, seems Corona ussi ke liye aaya tha. Chalo mera lockdown to safal raha.

Again thank you so much to my friends who taught me cycling and allowed me to ride their cycles.

This was a glimpse of the journey of having a cycle. This story might seem silly but it matters a lot to me.

P.S:- Ignore the colour of the cycle as due to lockdown this was the only colour left. Soon I will remove the plastic and replace that colour.

~ Kalrav