Dying Into the Infinite
Chotu did not dream about stars, but cycles, vanishing into his verdant village. The problem was that Papa would not agree to his soul mate. Too dangerous for an...
childhood
A Day in Green Fields
Even today, I reminisce about the times when I was a frequent bike rider in the village. I wore loose sweatpants, and most of the time, I circled...
The Joy of a Bad Ride
I was the wind. Or so I felt, glued atop my bicycle, accelerating wildly on my way down the rocky hill, my hair frantically waving behind me as...
Pedaling Through Portals
Through the blood circulation coursing through my being Through the wind causing tears of admiration to run down my eyes Through the echoes of my heartbeat resounding in my head The images...
Cycling, for Me
My days are dull, repetitive, and monotonous—the same task and the same "reward" out. I get tired from working, giving my all to a corporation, for which I...
Noor Made It
“The simple mechanism of a bicycle gave Noor Rehman courage, access to education, freedom, dignity, and, most importantly, gender esteem." Noor Rehman fixed her bicycle's chain with her...
Life is Like Riding a Bike
Sparkling lights and the scent of pine sent me scurrying down the stairs. After months of waiting, Christmas morning had finally arrived. The hands on the smiley- face...
Flying Pigeon
It is one thing to dream as a child, and another to dream as an adult. The former is wild and free, the latter, tamed and doubtful. I am a man...
These Wheels Have Wings
Hidden inside a brown box A green-framed Mountain bike I’d found On my birthday Glowing as a night star My Raleigh; Green Mamba,’ I named him. He was fast He was furious On the road he was amazing Hurrah! On me, I’ve found...
Cycling Moments
As an individual trekking through the phase of childhood, My sight saw a glow that pierced my mind for good. It slowly blossomed into a passion, As it...