We are known for carrying a different cycle to department almost every other day.
Not that we like to match our cycles with our outfits, it has become a mere necessity.
Once your tyre is out of order (punctures, faulty valves or just no air..), it takes a miracle to get it back in order. A bright sunny morning, the birds singing happily and she was singing even more happily in the bathroom, coz today she didn't have to borrow anyone else's cycle. The first thing she had done today was to go to the cycle wala and get the punctured tyre fixed. As she was getting ready... "
blast!!!!!" and she thought, with a broad smile,"
aaj kisi bechari ki cycle phir gayi!" and proud of the fact that today she is a proud owner of a in order cycle. So loud was this blasting sound that she could hear it in the bathroom from the cycle stand. As she walked out of the hostel to the cycle stand she asked guard didi, "
kiski cycle gayi?" the guard didi promptly replied, "
tumhari nahi hai beta". Ah what a feeling! She unlocks her cycle and starts towards her department. Hands on the handle bars, fingers pressing the brakes gently, feet on the pedal. The right foot goes first and the left merely follows resting on the pedal, rotating the pedal setting the chain in motion, the wheels follow suit. The wide smile on her face starts fading and eyes roll down from the road to the tyres, the mouth opens and closes with a yell escaping,"
Oh NOOO!"
I never knew the sound of a blasting tyre could be of such a high amplitude. This same friends ears had by now become very sensitive to these blasts. Once she was in a meeting with her thesis guide in the faculty building on the 3rd floor. And in the middle of the meeting she heard this blasting sound again. "
Aaj phir kisi ki cycle gayi!". It couldn't be her cycle coz it was parked far far away near her department which was a few buildings away.
No prizes to guess whose cycle it was :D
