My Cycle
Riding a bicycle is a very pleasant experience. It neither moves too fast that everything around you is reduced to blurred images nor does it move too slow that you get bored to even turn your head. A bicycle gives you a very comfortable ride and lets you take a smooth look all over and enjoy the picture. But, this is just the later part of the story after you learn how to ride it. What about the days you toil to get a good balance and prevent yourself from falling at the slightest blow of air?
My first cycle had come when I was 7 years old. It was a blue-violet HERO cycle, with a dark blue basket and an orange reflector on each of its wheels. It was a big challenge to ride the cycle because it was too big for me. Kids elder to me had smaller cycles than that of mine. My parents tried to help me out with it but even they were helpless as my foot never reached the pedal, if simply floated in the air. We lost all hope and the cycle was kept in our store-room for two years!
I am 9 now, and my friends are racing all over the colony in their Eco-friendly HAYABUSAS. Then, I remember that I too had a cycle and it was time to get that out. I went to the store-room and found my cycle staring at me from a corner, amidst all the dust. I took it out the next day, washed it clean and it looked better than ever before. I also got the Side-Wheels removed to avoid the risk of being called a baby by the other kids! But alas, the cycle seemed to have grown up with me ‘coz my foot still did not reach the pedal. I was still scared to ride the cycle, thinking of falling down and hurting myself. As expected, I fell down again! I noticed that, It always happened the moment I found my father’s hand not on the cycle. Within a month I had bruises all over my knees !!!
Then with the passing time I developed my own way of riding the cycle. I did one round of the pedal and then get down, then did another round of the pedal and got down… In this way I was getting down more and riding less… 
. And then one fine evening, I went with my friends on my cycle to a block I had never been before. With my style of riding, it was obvious that I was left far behind. I was lost !!!
Where to go now? What to do? I don’t know the way back to my home and my friends are nowhere to be seen. It’s about to get dark, too . All these thing make me dizzy and I feel as if something scary is gonna happen now. Suddenly, I hear the barking of dogs. And for your kind information, I hate ….hate ….hate ….hate…..dogs! Actually more than hate, I am dead scared of them. I don’t go even miles around places where dogs are to be found. But, here I can hear dogs barking like they’ve gone mad. Then I notice a pack of dogs far behind, running towards me like Usain Bolt! I’ll have to fly out of this place but where are my wings ??? No wings, just my little-tall cycle . I somehow, sit over it and kick the pedal, kick it hard and hard. It seemed that even my cycle was frightened by the dogs ( kuttas all of them); it was shaking just like musicians move to Hip-Hop music. Well, it wasn’t Hip-Hop music that was playing on my mind but a pure rock one – guitars were screaming in my ears; I could hear them screeching at me to move faster. I am losing my senses. Will I make it or not, or would those dogs be successful in tasting my blood. It’s just a matter of more few seconds and the whole world would come to know the next day : 9 year boy torn apart by insane dogs, O+ve blood found all over the place…… The dogs are closing towards me. They are just a few metres behind me. I have to save my life. Behind me they come, besides me now…..And…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!! I screamed!
Where are the dogs? I realise that they have gone way ahead of me.
I find lots of people gathering into the street. But I gradually get hold of my senses. And there I find my friends searching for me. With mud all over my body, I get up and pick up my bicycle. And we get back to home.
On the way back I ask, “Why did u leave me?”
One of them said, ” You were the one who left us.”
The same moment I realise, I am keeping up with them and that I have finally leant to ride my bicycle properly!
Thanks to the dogs. That was the first time I understood the true meaning of the idiom ‘Barking dogs seldom bite……….!!!’
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