A Bicycle Story

This is a story about my sister when she was 12-years-old, and trying to learn the bicycle. It was also the same day that she wanted to cut her hand off.

So it was a Sunday and we were cleaning our house. My father went out to buy chicken and my mother was in the kitchen. My sister and I were cleaning the shelves in my room.

It was going smoothly until we came to the lower shelf of my room. I removed my books from the shelf and I don’t know why but suddenly Flash (The DC character) came inside her body and her hand went to the corner of my shelf within the blink of an eye.

She was holding something in her hand and I didn’t know what it was but I wanted to see it. It happens with everyone right? Whenever your sibling hides something from you, you just have to know what it is.

So I pulled her hand and she said that it belongs only to her and she tightened her grip. I kept pulling her hand and she held her hand much tighter then suddenly she started crying and I asked her what happened, she said “the ball cracked”

I was thinking which ball is there in my shelf without my knowledge and I asked her to show her hand. The moment she showed me her hand, I burst out laughing as it was not a ball – it was the egg of a lizard.

When I told my sister, she began screaming and ran to our mother in one jump. Our mother too started laughing. She wondered if my sister might have thought that it was a naphthalene ball. While we were laughing, my sister went to wash her hand and said that she didn’t want the hand anymore and asked us to cut her hand off.

My mother tried to calm her down and my father, when he returned home, wordlessly understood the assignment – went out, got her some chocolates and ice-cream. She stopped crying and forgot what had happened but in the evening I started mocking her with a real naphthalene ball in my hand. She was furious so she came to beat me and I ran outside from the main door.

Later, I hid under the stairs and watched from there. I was curious to see what she was going to do. She took my cycle and went in search of me but she didn’t know that I was hiding under the stairs. She went out cycling even though she didn’t know how to cycle. After cycling for 15 meters, she went straight and hit a man who was collecting plastic bottles. She abandoned the cycle there and came running back home saying “I was honking the horn, but he didn’t move”

While all this was happening, I was rolling on the floor laughing. I was first quietly giggling but when she said horn instead of cycle bell, I couldn’t control myself. The best part was that the man she hit with the cycle was still standing there, looking at our house and smiling.