He had walked around with and without his bicycle on Tuesday, and had even climbed trees, jumped off them, broken free from prisons to live upto "Hijli Break"...But none of that would leave him lost..Not lost enough to lose his bicycle...He had parked his bicycle in the usual spot in the bicycle stand...
So what if he did not use or see his bicycle on Wednesday?
Why wouldn't he find his bicycle on Thursday morning then?
A few hours passed before his bicycle was found. Some prank or attempt at robbery it appeared, the cycle was found in another parking lot which he didn't even know existed! So, with a sigh of relief he reassured himself that he had indeed been sane and not been absent minded or lost in thought on Tuesday. He hadn't been sleep walking or sleep cycling either!
Sleep cycles are already screwed up in the Bharatiya Institutes of Technology..
So how did it really matter to him if he had indeed lost his bicycle? He would have lost it.
He may or may not have bought another one. He may have bought a new one, or a used one. He may have taken to walking instead of cycling.
But Dwichakra was special. Still, it was not about the bike. If he had lost the bike, he would have lost his mind! What all had he dreamt of doing with the bike! But then, it was not about the bike again! It was about what he was planning to do with it...What he could have done long after he had stopped using it for commuting...
Dreams, plans, ideas, thoughts..Call it what you may...
Words dilute most objects the moment we begin to define, describe or explain.
One can only imagine what it was all about, if it was not about the bike.
And sometimes people cry when they are happy. He was happy to have found his bicycle...Happier still, to have found "this" by cycle.
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