Every morning, I come to the office on my bicycle. It is not a heroic act, though there are only a few people in my office who cycle to work. Living close to the office is one advantage for me, but… but… that is not the only reason. I genuinely love cycling now. I ride around the city for both official work and personal errands. Cycling often makes me nostalgic. When I think about my childhood, I remember my father on his bicycle—not as a hobby, but as a way of life. He used it to deliver vegetables. The bike had a modified seat for me on the top tube and a small footrest on the triangular frame. I used to ride with him from our home to our farm at Banasthali . The same bicycle carried two vegetable baskets on both sides when he went to the market. For my father, that bicycle was a Mercedes. I learned to cycle on a hired bicycle. There was a cycle shop at Makhan where we paid about one rupee fifty paisa per hour. I still remember riding around central Kathmandu on those rented cycles. ...
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