Trying to up my
style quotient
as a nerdy but
impulsive teenager,
I goaded my parents
into buying me a
noir-colored typical boys’
cycle for going to
my science tuitions
rather than a sensible
Cross-bar free, narrow
- tyred feminine bicycle
in perhaps a powdery
pink or purple.
I didn’t realise then
how painful each pedal’s
push would be
and the sheer hard work
I would have to do
to ride this boys bike
with thick tyres
and yet not let it
be obvious to everyone.
Cycle is a symbol of independence and riding a "boy cycle" is akin to breaking the glass ceiling, may be unknowingly. More power to you. Looking forward to a deep dive into your thoughts and what a bicycle would signify to a school going girl to a not so well off working women.
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