A letter by CYCLE to CAR: ON JEALOUSY
I really appreciate that you are so spacious, good looking, have a very nice sex appeal and also give a lot of comfort to the people. But, you know, sometimes I really feel jealous of you. I feel like people are forgetting me because of you. When I was young people used to care so much about me. When little kids grow up the first thing they want to use was me. I used to be a child’s first gift. I was so proud of being available to help in different sizes, colors. When they used to climb on me and fall, then run after me when somebody else was mounted on me. These were the best moments of my life and even now I smile with happy tears in my eyes when I think about them.
Also, many fat people used to climb me. Though, my tires used to cry for help as they were going through slow death, still, I would do whatever I could to make them feel happy riding me.
I had this quality of being slim and trim, so when somebody drove me, I used to go zoooom in the slimmest roads, on the hills, in the rains and everywhere. Life used to be so magical.
Many a time, my male friends made their wives or girlfriends sit in the front and I used to blush seeing their romance. :’)
Then scooter came, still I kept him as my brother shared every emotions with him. But he took some of my precious possessions from me. I felt disheartened. Then I saw people still loved me because I was ecofriendly, pocket friendly. This motivated me that I should be proud of my uniqueness.
Then you were discovered. Truthfully speaking I started envying you, because people started loving you more. They worked hard to earn more to have you. I was discarded, when I rusted they threw me out of their house. But, I can never forget the happy memories they gave me. People forget that you can be a south Delhi girlfriend- high on maintenance, but I am south Indian wife – low cost and durable.
Even now I am loved by children but they have fantasies to buy you. I hope I will be loved again, and this time forever.