My Bicycle

I felt extremely tired as I walked to the parking lot. The first and only thought in my mind was to reach home as quickly as possible and go to sleep. 

I usually went by bus. But on that day, I had chosen to cycle to college. Since I had cycled after a long time, my thighs started to pain by evening. 

We had a function in our department. As we were the senior most boys, we had to make all the arrangements and we kept doing physical work all day long. 

I ambled to my cycle with the green coloured seat cover and kept my bag on its carrier. I took my water bottle out of the bag and emptied it into my thirsty throat. I stood for a minute or so regaining my energy which would be needed to propel the age old vehicle.

Then I took the key and inserted it in the keyhole. The lock didn't open. It was actually my grandpa's cycle and he was long gone. My father used it once in a blue moon. So, it was understandable why the lock wouldn't open. 

I took out the key and inserted it again, moved it in all directions and used all my force. I held the key tightly and moved the locker set up as much as I could. It was all in vain. I kept trying and whenever I saw a passerby I sought their help. The attempts went on for at least twenty minutes and nothing worked. Since I desperately needed to take rest, I decided to take the Bramashtra. 

I searched around and took a large stone. I started to strike the steel lock with the stone. Whenever a person crossed me, I had to stop and explain them the whole story lest they would mistake me for a thief.

I hadn't had any firsthand experience in breaking locks. So, I didn't know how to break it. However, I kept striking it hard. The locker became completely disfigured and almost crushed. But it didn't break. After struggling for five minutes, I had to stop because my fingers were paining. I stood for a few seconds wondering I should have woken up on the wrong side of my bed. 

It was then the realisation happened. When I casually looked all around, I saw something which sent a chill up my spine. I saw my cycle standing a few feet away from me. I could see the name 'Bala Cycles' on its chain guard. So, it goes without saying that I had been trying to break the lock of someone else's cycle. The green coloured seat cover and my tiredness must have confused me. I threw the stone away, silently took my bag and slowly walked towards my cycle. I unlocked it, pulled it out of the parking lot, mounted on it and flew away.