Cycling

Cycling

Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep.

Either my sister was troubling me otherwise my alarm clock was going crazy. Both of them were driving me up the wall. Except I didn't have a car, I only had my cycle. And then I fell because of gravity. Stupid gravity.

Nah. Just my alarm clock, 5:15 blinking hard on it. Yikes. Orange doesn't suit me at all. Gotta change that.

I quickly jumped out of my bed and threw on my cycling gear. My dad was in the shower and my mom was awake filling some bottles. I grabbed my helmet while munching a banana and picked my water bottle. After unlocking the lock on my bike, I started down the stairs to reach the lift. Hearing lift music is irritating at 5:45 in the morning. Never thought of it that way. Finally we crossed the gate and were on our way home.

As we reached the Lalbaug flyover I saw that there was too much traffic for a Sunday morning. Mostly the trip from Parel to Matunga was uneventful and just a mix of honking and people screaming. Then I felt sharp prick on my body and had to swerve to the side.

It was a bee that had landed on my thick and had caused the swerving incident. Damn it bee, couldn't you find someone else to prick? The thing had started to swell up. My dad came rushing to put some water, which settled it. We then continued on our way to our destination.

Most of the trip, one hand was on my eye while the other was controlling the cycle, the reason being the dust and the small gravel flying everywhere. But then we reached Dharavi. Oh the stench. Since you're on a cycle, you have to keep to the side of the road. So we were even closer to the channel of disgusting water and I was gagging and almost fell off my cycle. There was one last stretch then we would reach BKC.

Finally! The bad roads were over and we were in BKC. Smooth roads, less particles of matter flying into your eye. In BKC they have made like a barricade on one lane which is reserved for buses. Okay good idea. But the space in that designated area: too little. Imagine if you were driving the bus in this lane and your hands were sweaty and the steering slipped..... You get the idea. But more autos use it like a parking. Since it was empty we used this lane.

BKC does have a cycle track but that is usually full of bricks and overgrown trees will slap you in the face if you use that lane. We were on our last stretch and then we took the final right turn and reached my school premises by 7:05.

It had always been my dream to cycle to school on the day of morning core and then play football. And we did. Except it was a Sunday. It was empty apart from a few security guards outside.   

After that my mom came in the car. She had brought some nimbo pani and mango. My dad sat and ate while my mom and I went for a few rounds around BKC

Then we started our long journey back home, in the scorching sun. we rode in silence, watching the occasional fights and then we entered our compound.

 I went straight to the bathroom, had a bath and then sprawled on the floor watching the dirty fan. You could see the rust on it but I just let that go.