hello friends myself number one oxford and [Music] please I’m so sorry but this name is not real because uh when I was in fourth this is my sister’s book so Class number dismiss we will we will do it tomorrow a bringel color Honda scooter stand in front of my house today but a long time ago I was working in a post office just outside bus city at work I day dreamed of places mountain oceans forest i love to explore the world so one day I purchased a bicycle from then now I would ride far away into the word embrace i rode to familiar towns and I rode to unfamiliar towns i rode to places where there were no people at all i wish I could keep on riding forever so I applied a long leave i planned a trip to Mangalore via Hassan it was very it was a long way to travel but I believe that I could so let’s do the next page page number second page i rode for two days in rain and in shine elated at my new freedom the journey was beautiful one i crossed lush green forest and soft rolling hills the raining season had just end but getting wet in diesel was a joy on my third day I was riding down a steep rolling hill when pop a puncher and I had left my repair kit and air pump at home swanging jackf fruit and lapping monies there was no one around i felt like I was on a secret path of some mysterious world suddenly it started raining hard purely a strain dropped on my head and shoulder and could began to spread through my body i had no idea how far I walked i had walked over the furry of the rain i heard a voice yelling to me a boy stood at doorway of a little hut beoning me to come in he asked where are you from bangalore i said all that way by bicycle it’s 200 kilometers from here said the boy he started at me in wonder can you really travel far by bicycle i’m so sorry guys that is stab i’m so sorry i know to my Himalayas if you are if you set your heart on it you can go anywhere the boy begin to fr i badly want a bicycle but won’t buy me only i took one look at his mother i understood why you are still a small boy when you grow up Amma will definitely buy you one but who will teach me to write i will I said as soon as the rain stopped he began to pretend he was riding a bicycle around the room he held on the imaginary handlebars making a whooing sound he swerved to avoid an imaginary bus break i yelled we both burst out laughing like brothers we share the same streak of madness that night he went on and on about Bangalore Lalbag Caban Park Ulur Lake i’ll visit them all some days on a bicycle just like you he said his eyes shown the next morning the rain stopped the boy and I went to the bicycle bicycle shop in the next town to fix the puncher on the way back I said to the boy “Hop on.” He jole steady at the sneak and reach for the the pedals he was small for the bicycle but not by too much he started to roll for I feel like I am flying he made the boy was a quick learner so the next morning he was time for me to leave the boy waited in front of the house as I gathered my things he stood next to the bike as if he was about to ride away on it he walked me to the boundary of his town and then he said “Would you mind if I rode around the block one last time i will come right back.” Okay but before I could finish he was away i watched auto ras auto rickshawas with their yellow top slowly and many people moving in every direction as he disappeared round the corner I thought of his family his dreams his passion as the moment a bus to Hassan stopped in front of him I came to a sudden decision I quickly Climb on smiling the bus left immediately
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