The Tri-Cycle
My parents were blessed with only one child, and that one turned to be a handful. I did have a sister, but unfortunately, she left us while she was one. But since being the only child, I never had competition in my house for anything. We did not have an awful lot, and I never had lot of toys, but whatever there was, I was the sole owner.
My uncle (Mother's brother), was a civil Engineer. It was way back in 80's when Engineers were Engineers and were rather rare to find. By the time I was born, he got a job in Water board of my state. He loved my mom and me a lot, and for my 1st birthday, he got me a 'Bobby' Tri-cycle.
Well, Bobby Tri-cycle, with a pillion. That's an awesome present. I never valued anything more then. Even when I went for my summer vacation to my granny's place, I always insisted that I take my tri-cycle with me. The cycle became my best friend. I used the cycle for intra house transport. From bedroom to bathroom, to reading books on the portico, the cycle became an integral part of my life.
Then I grew up and I was almost 10 years old. I must have outgrown the size of the cycle. Or, I rode it so much that one day it broke. Either those two, or it was creaking with old age. It was almost 8 years and one dreadful day, my tri-cycle broke. I felt like my right arm was broken. I missed my tri-cycle very very much. I loved it so much, yet I had no idea why I never asked anyone to fix it for me. I guess I did suffer from a broken heart because of my cycle.
After the cycle broke, my father set it in the attic, and every time I look at it, I used to feel real bad about it. The attic became my favourite 'Mending the Broken heart' place. Every time something happens which made me feel sad, I used to climb up the attic and sit beside my broken tri-cycle and escape into my own world.
5 full years passed. On my 15th birthday however, I received my best present till date. My grandfather had taken the tri-cycle and fixed it for me. He had fixed it and left it by my bed and when I woke up, the first thing I saw was the tri-cycle. That day, remained the happiest of days for many years. My Granpa said 'I saw the hurt in your eyes'.
I guess I really loved the cycle so much.
I'm interested to know how you folks deal with your own blues and sorrows. I did try to speak with the Big man upstairs, either I pissed him too much, or I've turned deaf to his answers.
As Bonnie Tyler says here.
Nothing I can say,
Total Eclipse of my heart.
1 comment:
Future is unwritten...lets hope for the best! Believe!
Matthew 17:20
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