There’s
a part of me that stopped growing somewhere at adolescence. That part emerged very strongly the other day
when I visited a Park as part of the staff tour
from school. I found myself cycling
round in the Park with the passion of a young boy.
I
was touching a cycle after a gap of some three decades. When I was an undergrad student at St Albert’s
College in Kochi in the early eighties, I was an ardent cyclist. I went to college by cycle. Whenever there was free time in between due
to the absence of a lecturer, I cycled to the Ernakulam Public Library which
was over a kilometre away from college . When
college was over, my cycling came to an end.
Cycling
has a unique gracefulness as I realised once again recently, decades after college. The cycle needs very little space and you can
manoeuvre it through almost anywhere. It
just swans along with an unassuming poise letting the breeze waft straight on
your face. It doesn’t pollute air with
the exhaust of engines or sound of horns.
On the other hand, it invigorates you with renewed strength as you cross
the milestones on the wayside.
It
made me feel like a boy once again. I
don’t mind enjoying that feeling again and again.
I learned (read struggled) cycling very late when my peers had long moved to riding a scooter. So whenever I get a chance to ride one, I never loses it. It's a stress buster. Never stop it.
ReplyDeleteI think I should buy one and go riding on the village roads.
DeleteThat's wonderful Sir. Enjoy your second boyhood to the full.
ReplyDelete😀😀😀
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