A helmet - A freedom
There is nothing better than freedom. Clean pure freedom. I felt it this morning too, just like yesterday. But as we all know, freedom does not come free - or even cheap for that matter. It took me a good 40 minutes of sweat, heat and endurance - was totally worth it though.
I resumed my cycling again. I love my bike. I love cycling. I miss those days when I spent atleast two hours cycling, everyday. I'm trying to go back there. It will take some time though, considering the extra pounds and depleted stamina levels. But goals are good, right? And to top it, I like this goal.
It is amazing how opportunities present themselves. For me, it was a yellow and blue cycle-helmet. My mother got it for me from one of her trip's to London, after all she has been spoiling me from Day One. There are some perks of being the youngest and only son.
I had just learned to cycle then. With the helmet, I got this new-found freedom of venturing to places with my cycle I wouldn't have considered otherwise. Till then it was just home - school and back.
I started with Aarey. The greenery, the coolness of the air and the speed of my bike - I can re-live those joys in my head. I will till I die. The short pit-stop filled rides to Aarey became a habit, and I can't say at what point this habit became a passion. There wasn't, and probably will never be, anything better than having had started those days with those rides. I felt confident - I was confident, mentally and physically. I enjoyed that state of being. I'm trying to go back there. For I was free then. My beloved bike, my beloved music - the cool fresh air in my face, no worries, no questions being asked..
I felt that freedom today too, just like yesterday. I was a student then, cycling in my vacations. Today I cycle to office. Of course now times have changed effecting the proverbial change of things. I have another beloved bike now. My beloved music has changed genres to some extent too. I painted my helmet to black and yellow.
But still, the helmet is the same. The freedom is the same.
I resumed my cycling again. I love my bike. I love cycling. I miss those days when I spent atleast two hours cycling, everyday. I'm trying to go back there. It will take some time though, considering the extra pounds and depleted stamina levels. But goals are good, right? And to top it, I like this goal.
It is amazing how opportunities present themselves. For me, it was a yellow and blue cycle-helmet. My mother got it for me from one of her trip's to London, after all she has been spoiling me from Day One. There are some perks of being the youngest and only son.
I had just learned to cycle then. With the helmet, I got this new-found freedom of venturing to places with my cycle I wouldn't have considered otherwise. Till then it was just home - school and back.
I started with Aarey. The greenery, the coolness of the air and the speed of my bike - I can re-live those joys in my head. I will till I die. The short pit-stop filled rides to Aarey became a habit, and I can't say at what point this habit became a passion. There wasn't, and probably will never be, anything better than having had started those days with those rides. I felt confident - I was confident, mentally and physically. I enjoyed that state of being. I'm trying to go back there. For I was free then. My beloved bike, my beloved music - the cool fresh air in my face, no worries, no questions being asked..
I felt that freedom today too, just like yesterday. I was a student then, cycling in my vacations. Today I cycle to office. Of course now times have changed effecting the proverbial change of things. I have another beloved bike now. My beloved music has changed genres to some extent too. I painted my helmet to black and yellow.
But still, the helmet is the same. The freedom is the same.
Cycle is the best thing that man has created !! Why the hell did he make cars... Rarely get to see people who still like cycling ! nice...
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