"Cycling the life"

“Life Cycle" 

It is been agreed upon the fact that, I have spent more money on the maintenance of Hamilton, Mountain Track bicycle that the actual cost my father incurred on it. When I informed my father about the maintenance cost that I spent upon it, he frowned. I saw it as I was talking to him over the phone walking across the busy streets. My father gave a hesitant nod. Within a couple of minute I received a call from mother, who suggested me to buy a new bicycle and questioned my silly act of spending sizeable amount of money on the old vehicle.

Cycle was looking at me, with her once shining colour faded away and few parts replaced. But now she appeared rejuvenated with the recent costly makeover. I kissed my cycle in a vicarious joy as if a girlfriend who smiles at me every time we meet. My heart melted with a sheer bliss! Cycle a primitive form of mobility is more than my property. I impose human persona upon it. She becomes a young lady who will never get old at heart. She keeps an unending faith upon me in every thick and thin of life.   

The era when everything can be bought, cycle is an insignificant commodity that never makes you feel proud if you possess it. The sophisticated cycles do make you feel as if you are the legendary cyclist. But that remains an exception. Most guys who own it have purchased their cycle-diva and isolated it in the balcony or in a parking space in tight chains. The rusted chains surely carry load of tetanus bacteria adorned with chronic neglect! My humble lady is a simple personality. She is graceful elder cousin of these pompous high end cycle girls.   

Regular cycling is supposed to be an indicator of better health and nimble physic. On the busy streets of neo-metro, cycling makes pseudo-style statement as well. I saw few cycle enthusiasts and I tend to associate these tyro cyclists with health conscious lookout. But this assumption fades on personal scale. I regretfully accept the fact that I have kept on putting weight without respite.  

Bicycle is a principle put into practice: “dignity of labour”. She keeps reminding me that everything worth having demands earnest struggle. Cyclist never forgets that he/she has to paddle often to keep on moving on the road. I put an extension to this fact keeping in mind that life is a cyclic event (what a pun!). I must paddle to keep on moving.

Thus the simple cycle girl that I possess occupies permanent space in the parking and within my soul as long as I breathe.

Long live dear girl; I love you cycle. But do not forget to take care of yourself; I am putting on weight at an alarmingly high rate. You are too wise to neglect.