THE FIRST RIDE- a short story
“Get up boy, it’s 6:30 already!” Shouted Pa. Vivek hated this line from Pa more than he hated the alarm clock. It was a pleasant Saturday morning, the fifth day of Vivek’s summer break from school. With eyes half closed and feet trying to balance his body, Vivek reached the window. With his left hand he pushed it open. The lovely morning breeze entered Vivek’s hair. It refreshened him enough to open his eyes. The very smell of that breeze brought him back memories of his last summer vacation, when he was in class 3rd- going out for morning walks, watching ‘Disney Hour’, lying down on the floor with the cooler throwing ‘fresh’ droplets of water on his face, having those sweet yellow mangoes in the evening, playing cricket with one-tip-one-hand rules and... “Vivek, you still not up? You’ll have to complete your ‘cycling’ thing today!” Pa shouted again with a volume good enough to break those happy summer diaries of Vivek. ‘Cycling?’ Yes, that was one thing Vivek was trying to learn from