Fort. Hill. Cornerstone of the Empire. And we were going to take a trip to the top. In a single file of snaking cars we made our way to the summit, or as close to that fortified summit of Sinhagad or the Lion’s Fort. Fascianting tales of this great silent timekeeper had regaled us through school. Although as we grew older we became more and more cynical about how much truth those tales could possibly contain. Some of us, at least.
Understanding history more thoroughly than we had ever was the reason why we had gotten together, this motely collection of people from across the age spectrum. As far apart as we were in age, was the measure of how close we had all become.
I was the only other young person (and I mean not yet 21) in the group. And it was me, of all people who was feeling like an elephant dying of the wheezes. No. That is what I was, I think.
It put into stark relief how so many people so much older than me were in better health than I was! Terrific. I made a mental note, the other night, that I would buy myself a cycle. The resolve is getting stronger with each pacycheck on the horizon. They’re all little dots, far from sigh at the moment, yet soon I see them coming to me and nestling in the warm embrace of my very small bank account. I will have a cycle. I will have one soon.
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