Cycle is life, cycling is an art. There is no art, no life, no skill greater than cycling.
A cycle can be your best friend, a true companion if you’re seeking one. One should cycle whenever one gets time or even during work. Cycling should never stop. Not even at night. One can cycle on a bed, too, I guess.
One day, I looked at my bicycle, shaded by a couple of trees amidst the scorching heat and exclaimed- Where and how would I’ve been without him? You’re my true companion, my all-weather friend, as China pledges to Pak. But mine isn’t a China promise. Nor he an impostor like Pak. Our bonding is like a plant to the soil, like a sun to the sky and like an Indian soldier’s devotion to a motherland. We’ve been together for almost four years. I jumped from one degree to the other. One place to the other. Seasons kept changing. But you didn’t. Spring, while passing through summer and winter, again came. The bonding grew deeper with time, and whenever you’re away from me, I feel your absence. Sometimes, a lot. Especially when I’ve to give you for servicing. The last time I gave you away, I was stranded, waiting for something to take me to the hostel. An e-rickshaw did come, but the driver stopped in the middle of nowhere and asked me to wait. I waited and waited, but he never came. I had to walk in that scorching heat. At that time, I missed you a lot. It’s you only who takes and drops me at the door. You taught me the necessary discipline that I should be on time, and you helped me a lot in maintaining it. I don’t miss my lunch because of you. I can read for a few more minutes because of you. I don’t miss my evening sports due to you. You never ask for anything in return. You keep doing your job quietly and dedicatedly. Truly blessed to have you in my life. I don’t know how to show my gratitude to you. Nonetheless, I scribbled some lines to illustrate your contribution insufficiently.
Cycle cycle, running light
In the streets day and night
In the mortal hands and feet
Transversing distance far and wide
Do you want more lines for your contribution? I know you won’t ask, but I’ll write. Perhaps the next time.
©Shashank
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