And slowly it walks into my life.. making everything perfect!

I remember the day I first learnt to ride the bicycle. Being the younger of the two siblings I learnt on my older brother’s tiny cycle. I believe the day a child learns to ride the cycle is one of his most memorable ones. Because it is not merely the riding of the cycle, to him, it signifies freedom and independence. Freedom, because it is the first time in his life that he has control over something. And obviously, independence comes with freedom. I still remember the feeling when I realized that my dad had left the back of my cycle and I was on my own. I remember the chirping of the birds and best was the way the breeze felt on my chubby face. My heart was filled with immense happiness. I kept on cycling on the straight road till there came a turn and confused to the core I bumped into something coming to a halt in a major crash. The way I walked back home with knees scraped and bleeding yet a radiant smile on my face still makes me very nostalgic. The smile on my dads face is even more memorable. The way he helped me get back home with the cycle and the one sentence he uttered is etched in my memory. He said, now my daughter will be able to drive an airplane too. These words made me so proud. I cant tell you how I felt as an eight year old. From that day on, every waking hour of the day was spent on the cycle for the next entire year.

After that I have had two brand new cycles of my own. But it didn’t bring me that much happiness. As I walk out of the Honda showroom after selecting the color of my brand new first moped and helping my mom climb down the stairs memories flash by. If you have been to pune, you would agree with this statement. A person without a vehicle in pune is handicapped. For the past three years that I have been living in Pune I owned a bicycle. The road to and from college is not much and I enjoyed riding it early morning. But I particularly remember the monsoons. The way water was sprayed on me everytime a vehicle passed by, the stray dogs running behind me early morning are really special memories. The feelings when all my friends went somewhere but I couldn’t, the way my brother humiliated me in front of my friends, the way I had to beg him or anyone else when I had to be dropped anywhere have made me a changed person.

And now slowly the much awaited moped walks into my life. Its brand new feeling and its cute horn somewhat assure me that everything is going to be perfect now. And the first ride on the bike does not fail to give me the same feeling of independence that I first experienced with my cycle 