Ambika

She imagined the sunflower fields, the long swaying trees, the chirping birds and the peonies. She’d tied up her hair in a pony, the breeze passing through it made her ears cold. Riding on the road she was forced to go over the leaves and flowers that were strewn all over, almost welcoming her. The skies were blue, with clouds spaced out so uniformly that it looked like someone had taken special care to place them in their respective positions. Hanging a basket full of goodies on one of the handles of the cycle, she was looking forward to the little picnic get-together that she had planned with her friends. She was late, her friends had left an hour earlier. She cycled faster and faster. The road sloped down, which meant she’d go even faster. She let the wheels turn by themselves and held her legs away from the pedals, she was flying. She closed her eyes so she could imagine it. And when she opened them, there it was, a big stone right in the middle. She braked and tried to avoid it. The cycle skid. She fell. Just as the gym instructor patted her on her shoulders and said, “good job Bina, you look like you’ve had a great workout. That should do for today.”



(On an exercycle in the gym)