CRUISED and BRUISED
Cruising along the quiet streets of early morning Calcutta, I have these beautiful visuals running all over my mind as i think about the blue bicycle my father had bought for me. I can still smell the fresh-cut grass wafting over from the nearby field where I used to paddle along in my bicycle. My ride was a customized one as the seat had a polka-dotted cover,making it my favourite. If i was ever feeling tense or stressed or like I was about to have a meltdown, I would have rushed to go out on a ride on the winding roads in the neighborhood. I clearly remember my father gifting me this precious with a brilliantly rich green ribbon making it more attractive.