Sometime during 1985-86, Raipur days. In one evening, I took my cycle to the nearby grocery shop. Parked the cycle outside, made some purchases, some more in near by shops and returned home. Around midnight, I realized that I left the bicycle, without even locking it, where I parked. The cycle was very valuable to me.
I was very much worried. It was purchased on installment basis and some amount were still due. There was cash crunch and I was doubtful whether I could afford to go in for a new one. In those days. In Raipur, cycle was the main domestic vehicle. Entire family travelling in one cycle was an usual sight. So one could understand the necessity of that simple two wheeler. The cycle was used by me for taking my children to school and back because I could not afford to hire cycle rickshaws, another important and only mode of public transport, no Auto and no city buses.
I lost hope of finding it in that midnight. Though doubtful, I just wanted to make a try. The street was empty and dead silent.
I reached the parking spot and oh,oh,oh, my cycle was standing there, untouched
I was very much worried. It was purchased on installment basis and some amount were still due. There was cash crunch and I was doubtful whether I could afford to go in for a new one. In those days. In Raipur, cycle was the main domestic vehicle. Entire family travelling in one cycle was an usual sight. So one could understand the necessity of that simple two wheeler. The cycle was used by me for taking my children to school and back because I could not afford to hire cycle rickshaws, another important and only mode of public transport, no Auto and no city buses.
I lost hope of finding it in that midnight. Though doubtful, I just wanted to make a try. The street was empty and dead silent.
I reached the parking spot and oh,oh,oh, my cycle was standing there, untouched
