I was reminded of my cycle days a couple of days before, when my son
first took his bicycle on to the main road(at Bangalore), all excited
to show off his friends at the badminton coaching center. He will turn
9 this November and did not have the permission to ride his bike
except in the little lanes (at Hyderabad). Its a Red one, that could
easily attract. It was difficult to contain his happiness while riding.
During my school days, beginning 8th standard, I drove to school in
my bicycle, which was painted in Maroon with a thread of silver
lining, that was presented by a family friend of ours. I was not
alone, other girls from the colony few, a year older to me and few
others of my age. Those were one of best days. I remember riding
through the cantonement area, passing by neatly manicured lawns
and bushes, park for children, a couple of up and down slopes.
Sometimes singing, sometimes chatting while holding hands in pairs,
trying to race off to be on time.
Aah…my memorable days…that will never return.
Each of us do treasure such wonderful thought deep inside. Do share,
for, I am happy to listen to such stories.
Here is picture of his Red Ferrari 🙂
Wising more of sweet flashbacks…..See you soon.