The cycle tires were quivering and the age old hand-bell was
tringing all the way on the newly widen road to the grazing field.
The road looked like someone has just sprinkled raisin on a yet-to-bake cake.
The road though resembled the unbaked cake; sloppy and gooey, the raisin
weren't soft enough. The handball size boulders were so strategically placed on
the road that no one could dodge one of them even if he has to travel a feet. But then again who was
trying too? The desire to reach the pond has suppressed all other feelings by then and cycling was the only word in mind.
I looked at him, he knew what I meant. A Race! "But on this road?" he signed expecting a reply. But before his signing expression could have ended, my leg shifted my entire weight on my right peddle and then to the left and he was watching my back. Neither of my sense organs cared to reply him and this was what we used to do.
I was zooming away from him and he was trying very hard to catch-up, but soon
left hope. It wasn't the first time we were riding those lanes and he knew I
always had a strategic advantage. But it hardly mattered who would win or loose, every
time we rode those lanes, we would surely stop at a small 'Ghumti' to buy
those cheap sweet puffs and enjoy them for being so deliciously cheap.
But it was hardly 6 in the morning, Romen da wouldn't even be at his shop, infact he too would be at the pond. His front tire started closing up to my rear ones…
The neck to neck race has changed into a pleasant ride in the country and the unbaked cake with raisins topping has been replaced by twisting turning bitumen road with bamboo shrubs running parallel to it on both sides, weakening the rising Sun further, not to startle us. In between those hide and seek of the sun, the bamboo border and the twisting road, we got a glimpse of the pond. It was hardly for a
moment, but it was enough...
This time he looked at me, this time I knew what he meant, this time I watched his back zooming away.
We went pass Romen da’s ‘Ghumti’, the garage house of the early bus to a nearby town zoomed away. The bus is still in the garage; people are going to get late today. The twisting turning road went straight all of a sudden and the pond; crowded with people like ants around a drop of sugar syrup, was clearly visible from the elevated road. A lot of people have gathered there. Many known and some new faces. But it wasn’t the faces we were there for. There was another species present there from the mammalian family, in almost the same number as human present at the pond.
It was the early morning of 14th April of an unusually good year. I
was near a pond without my mother’s consent and with one of my (then) best
friends. And most of all, we were equally excited to see herds of cow being bathed together
at a pond and fed vegetables for reasons we hardly knew then. All we knew was
it was the first day of Rongali Bihu and we loved to hear “Lao kha begena kha, bosore
bosore bahi jaa”
Sometimes you don’t need reasons to accomplish anything; the fun involved in doing it is just about enough. "Sometimes you just flip a coin without favoring a side."
I looked at him, he knew what I meant. A Race! "But on this road?" he signed expecting a reply. But before his signing expression could have ended, my leg shifted my entire weight on my right peddle and then to the left and he was watching my back. Neither of my sense organs cared to reply him and this was what we used to do.
But it was hardly 6 in the morning, Romen da wouldn't even be at his shop, infact he too would be at the pond. His front tire started closing up to my rear ones…
The neck to neck race has changed into a pleasant ride in the country and the unbaked cake with raisins topping has been replaced by twisting turning bitumen road with bamboo shrubs running parallel to it on both sides, weakening the rising Sun further, not to startle us. In between those hide and seek of the sun, the bamboo border and the twisting road, we got a glimpse of the pond. It was hardly for a
moment, but it was enough...
This time he looked at me, this time I knew what he meant, this time I watched his back zooming away.
We went pass Romen da’s ‘Ghumti’, the garage house of the early bus to a nearby town zoomed away. The bus is still in the garage; people are going to get late today. The twisting turning road went straight all of a sudden and the pond; crowded with people like ants around a drop of sugar syrup, was clearly visible from the elevated road. A lot of people have gathered there. Many known and some new faces. But it wasn’t the faces we were there for. There was another species present there from the mammalian family, in almost the same number as human present at the pond.
It was the early morning of 14th April of an unusually good year. I
was near a pond without my mother’s consent and with one of my (then) best
friends. And most of all, we were equally excited to see herds of cow being bathed together
at a pond and fed vegetables for reasons we hardly knew then. All we knew was
it was the first day of Rongali Bihu and we loved to hear “Lao kha begena kha, bosore
bosore bahi jaa”Sometimes you don’t need reasons to accomplish anything; the fun involved in doing it is just about enough. "Sometimes you just flip a coin without favoring a side."
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