Being born and raised in a bustling metropolis in India, learning to cycle was a far fetched idea.
With my house on the main street, and cars whizzing past all the time, cycling was never an option.
So that 2 wheel vehicle was an enigma to me all my life!
Yes! Until my little ones started cycling…………my aim was to make them do all that I couldn’t first (strange fetishness I say!).
Then the day came when they just mastered the art and would go off speeding on the cycle paths. With poor me huffing and puffing behind them!
No, it was time to learn the cycle.
The teacher my very reluctant spouse, who soon graduated to become a relentless coach!
I learnt to cycle finally.
It felt good, it was freedom of sorts, a dream was achieved.
Most happy were my children, as they were my strongest supporters and cheerleaders.
The day finally happened when we would all be out and about on our cycles, exploring trails or simply going to the nearest supermarket.
The final glory came on that day when a very ambitious lady organised a 10 km ride and I signed up for it.
The day dawned cloudy and blustery , each gust of powerful wind shaking my will power, I stood the ground I needed to do this.
Many other people had signed up for it too.
The time finally arrived when we were off on the cycle paths, a whole bunch of us, cycling as a group.
It was tough as the path sloped up and down and tested my legs, the wind blew my helmet off as well…
But as I completed the ride, the sensation of having achieved something was phenomenal, however small it might seem!
As a quote on a social media site says…
“A path emerges when we walk on it”
So, my bicycle diary continues….