AGE NINE: THE CYCLE SAGA – MURALI MAMU’S SILVER-SPARKLING RESCUE

In a plot twist crafted by destiny, my savior from the abyss of loneliness and the clutches of mischievous pranks wasn’t just any uncle but the legendary Murali Mamu. With the flair of a knight in a silver chariot, he delivered to me a hero ranger cycle, pedaling triumphantly for a whopping 26 miles, as if training for an impromptu Tour de France.

This silver steed, my inaugural cycle, transcended mere wheels and pedals; it became my confidant, a two-wheeled oracle in a shimmering coat of metallic wisdom. Daily conversations with my cycle evolved into a quirky tête-à-tête, resembling dialogues with a sage on a bike, the wind whistling through its spokes like a harmonious symphony composed exclusively for our adventures.

Embracing my inner speed demon, I initiated grand races with buses, auto-rickshaws, and unsuspecting fellow cyclists. Overtaking them felt akin to winning a cosmic marathon, the thrill of victory coursing through my veins like a caffeinated surge. Riding back at a snail’s pace, I transformed into a cycling Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde—oscillating between leisurely cruises and adrenaline-fueled sprints, leaving even the most astute psychiatrists befuddled, wondering if an eccentric alter ego was orchestrating this two-wheeled carnival.

As the pedals spun and the wind carried tales, my cycle ceased to be a mere mode of transportation; it became Murali Mamu’s gift, a silver-hued companion in the grand opera of childhood escapades. In the immortal words of Albert Einstein, “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” And move I did, with the silver hero ranger as my whimsical partner in crime, courtesy of the legendary Murali Mamu. 🚴‍♂️✨