Life offeres you so many variety, that you never stop wondering, what more its got behind the curtain of time.
Mandar was reminiscing some of his childhood memories., and he told us the story of cycle.. A cycle is really a valuable possession that you can have while you are in school, in India. I remember the day in my childhood when I was on “fast-unto-death-satyagrah” to get a cycle, and when I really was hungry, went back to my mom, who served me food with a smile.. yes I didnt get any cycle.
Mandar during his school days used to dream about a cycle, so that he can roam around in it. After a long and exausting persuasion, his father agreed to buy him a cycle, if only he will become a topper in the approaching exams. Mandar started putting full efforts behind the studies, after all the cylce was the target. Vivid dreams of cycle would lead him back to his school books, and soon the exams approached.
He was tense giving the exams, but he didnt leave any leaf unturned.. and the exams were over.. after a brief period the results were to be announced.. He waited with bated breath for the results.. Finally they came and on that day he was happy returning from school, after finding out that he had topped in the exams. As soon as he approached his building society, he found a gloomy silence..
He reached home, his father has not come from office yet, but he came to know the news.. one of his building friends had been killed in an accident, and he was riding a bicycle when the lorry ran over him.. Mandar’s face fell, he knew that instant, that he wont get the much awaited bi-cycle any more..
ps: Many other stories were told, during our short dinner at pizzahut tonight!! oh.. yeah.. all interesting..