Me and my break-less bi-cycle

Hey guys... I think the holidays are definitely having an effect on me. Otherwise, I am quite immune to these bouts of nostalgic attacks. Anyways, back in my childhood, I used to hire the only bi-cycle (whose breaks never worked) which was owned by the only cycle store in our locality. During those days, an hour costed me Re.1.50. There was a unique thrill in riding that bi-cycle those days which apparently gave me a great sense of independence too. Although the seat cushion was bit torn, the paint on the cycle was quite faded with the most unreliable chain, I still great pride in owning(Always hired actually) that cycle.

So, that day when I was returning back home on that break-less cycle, when the cycle decided to act funny. I was wearing my favourite pair of trousers(The one and only pair) I owned in those days and suddenly I realize that its struck with the chain. The cycle had gained enough speed and I am unable to pedal further. I am not even able to stop the cycle in the middle of that heavy traffic. Beads of sweat soon trickled down and I knew I was doomed. The very thought of injuries was horrifying! I was praying hard for some quick miracle, when I saw a big fat aunty waddling her way on the road! Without giving another thought, I directed the bicycle towards her and just allowed the gravity to take over.

With one big fall, I crashed over the big and soft bodied aunty who was shocked and scared at the same moment. I was afraid of being slapped but I think she pitied my small, petite body. Out of anger she shouted and asked, "What is happening?" I replied in a meek tone that my pant was struck and could fumble out a "Sorry". Without giving her much time, I quickly picked up my bi-cycle and rode away.

Today when I share this incident with my trainees, we laugh our hearts out and pity on that fat aunty. But back then, I was relieved that I wasn't injured at all! I actually thanked God for sending that Aunty at the right moment!