Riding through my childhood memories[This entry wins a runner-up prize of Rs.200/- for the photo story contest.]
I am Vetri, an ordinary man. While riding forward on this cycle, I push back my memories to my school days.
I am one of the blessed kids of 90's to grow older with grandparents. Seeking approval from them for everything is a common practice to us. They were not of authoritative, but stubborn in few things. Other than basic needs, they think multiple times to buy anything new to the family. That is where, few of my childhood dreams, just faded as dream itself.
When I was 6 years old, I see my dad rides Suvega. With natural innocence to that age, I asked, "Dad, just take off the stands and give it to me, I will ride this moped to my school". With a sarcastic smile, my dad asked, "Who will park the vehicle in school?" I understood my ignorance, still continued to find ways to ride a vehicle. My mom, understanding my fascination with vehicle, asked my dad to buy a small cycle. That spark deviated my desire from Suvega to cycle.
Then my grandmother interfered and said, "Cycle at this age is unnecessary. More over, the smaller cycle cannot be used, when he grows up". My dad accepted and looked at me to know my understanding. Yes, I too understood, no more cycle dream. Then I heard my mom talking to my dad dispiritedly, "When he asked for tricycle in childhood, Aunt and you refused, telling the same reason. Remember, childhood will not return. Few things need to be enjoyed at this age. Things won't remain same".
Dad, later assured to buy me a new cycle, when I get into the secondary school. He kept up with his promise. A big cycle with so many constraints to use. Still, that was not the modern racing cycle, I wished to own. I used the same cycle, till I finished schooling.
Now, I own a car, I own a bike. But satisfied, only when I bought this race cycle. The fun is, I bought this with supporting wheels, which I wished to have in Suvega. I take this to a long travel in the rural paths of my city. I don't buy this for pollution control, not for health benefits, not for any social cause, but to satisfy a child in me. When I finally decided to ride cycle to my dream destination, I remembered my olden days and painted my fav color and matched my clothes to it, packed the stuffs that I pleased to have in school days. SAFETY FIRST- my grandmother's words, remembered me to take my helmet first.
Now, I am about to cross my school, I wish to enter the gate and park my cycle along with other colorful bikes. Mom is right, "Few things need to be enjoyed at that age only". I am passing my school, with memories heavy in my heart. Thanks to the goggles for hiding my tears.
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