Thendral

 Grabbing a coffee, I sat on my couch to watch my favorite show, "cycle around Japan," on NHK World Japan. The episode was phenomenal, and in a few minutes, I went into nostalgic memories of my cycling. I missed every aspect of cycling, right from balancing, racing to the feeling of the wind on my face. I was Seven and in school when I learned cycling from my friends.  In one of my haunting experiences, I hit the bike on a boulder, which had me flying in the air without wings and finally resulting in falling flat on my face. I got a few bruises and a twisted ankle, but that didn't end my learning; it continued whenever I had a cycle.  In '90s, kids owning a bicycle was a luxury, and for many of them, including myself, it was the biggest reward one could potentially ask their parents when they achieve their targets. These targets could always mean ending up performing exceptionally well in academics. As a kid, I did not bother to set bars high but enjoyed little perks ...