I still cherish the timeless memories of my childhood, especially the triumphant moment when I finally learned to ride a bicycle. Despite being a late bloomer, I mustered the courage to mount a bike during high school. Our ancestral house in Fraser Town in Bengaluru had a small open space where I received my first lessons from my father. “Maintain a straight path, keep your gaze ahead, and Stay attentive,” he would say and this became my guiding principle.
Given my petite stature, mounting the saddle was a daunting task. I employed a technique called “scissors”, placing my left foot on the pedal and squeezing the other foot between the frame and the crossbar.
Once I felt more confident, I explored the outdoors. Once while I zoomed on with the wind behind me, a
