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I’m gonna share with you a story today, a story of a bicycle and its owner. Do read it to the end, you might relate to it.
It was a regular morning. I was standing with my fellows, it was a usual day people came across me and passed by. Some stopped and touched me. Some liked me, and I liked some. This was my everyday story until someone came and sat on me. Wait! Let me introduce myself, I am Hero Jet black Royal classic 28T, a bicycle. The person sitting on me seemed very happy, it was the first time that someone was sitting on me. After 46 long days I’m seeing the world outta my showroom. It feels like I’m born again. My owner did all this for me. He gave me a new life. Until today, I never liked going outside, the fact is I can’t go alone. I need someone to drive me, and I got that someone today. The world seems fantastic. I’ve no more complaints or grudges for my makers in my heart. I’m brought to a new home, the owner keeps me in his personal room, he has also tied on me some fancy ribbons. He implemented a Bell on me, I like the Bell’s sound. My owner must be a rowdy one, a cute rowdy teenage guy.
He took me out the next day, he feels pride on having me with him I can feel it. He is showing me off to his people. He rides me to the terrains, to the school, to the play ground, to the friends meet and even to the places he can walk to.
It’s the monsoon’s first rain for me, and I’m moving on the road with potholes filled with water. He is driving me in them to splash water over other people. Haha! Naughty him. Now, I’m officially his partner in crime. We returned home, he cleaned me, I felt touched. I have someone, who cares for me.
And then after sharing uncountable happy memories with him few months passed. I lose my chromium layer that made me shine. My chain set got worn out, which is not at all my fault. I’m being taken into such conditions that does all this to me. My owner seems frustrated. He doesn’t like me anymore, I can feel it. Someone please tell him, I’ll be as good as earlier. I need extra attention, care and a little service. But the owner doesn’t care about it. It was an urgent call for my owner one day, and he was forced to take me along. I came out of my home after a month. I forgot to mention, now I live in a store room. My chain set broke in the middle of the way. It was completely rusted. I gave many signs to my owner, that I need an extra attention. He threw me in the bushes and met the girl, who called him in the first place. I felt left out. He now feels ashamed of me. He don’t want the girl he likes to see me. He went away. It was the last time I saw him. I kept waiting for him to turn back and come to me. But he vanished in the horizon.
I was still concerned for him, how will he manage to travel now? Until, I found a book on my carrier. It was a catalogue. To be more specific, It was a catalogue of Motor cycles. Aah! My owner is going to own a motor cycle now. I left abandoned in the bushes. I was lying down there, waiting for my parts to get rusted in the dust.
I wished, if he could take me along. But soon I realised, it was a part of life, a phase, a stage, and I should be cool with it. I thought it was the end of my life.
After few days a scrap collector came. I saw the same happiness on his face. The attention and care I was seeking for months is finally here. I got scratched by sand paper and got a new chain set. I’m shining again, I’m born again.
I got a new owner.
He took me out the next day, he feels pride on having me with him I can feel it. He is showing me off to his people. He rides me to the terrains, to his workshop, to collect scrap, to his village and even to the places he can walk to.
It’s the Winter’s first snowfall for me. . .
Hey Reader! Who are you? The Bicycle or the Owner?