Cycle: She Aided Me

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When you are four years old, you don’t care about the world and its happenings because your definition of the world is teeny. Your parents, other little sweet pants, and your toys are all that is your world. The same was the case for me, no different from any other child. A child who would wake up from a good afternoon sleep and wait for her mother to dress her up so that she could go down to play and cycle. It was like being sprinkled with pixie dust where my mum was Queen Clarion, the Queen of Pixie Hollow.

She has always been preparing me, guiding me, telling me what’s best, and above all, she has been testing me. Even when she used to get me ready every evening, she used to test me on numbers and language. Nowadays the subject of tests has changed from academic to real-life situations and she still loves testing me, challenging me, criticizing me for good. I was taught how to cycle and I was trained to tie my shoelaces, so no one could stop me for the next two to three hours after stepping out of the house. I was growing very fast, growing confident.

The five-year-old butterfly would love to do some acrobats with her sunflower; that was the level of confidence I reached. From being afraid to cycle without supporters to pulling little stunts, I came a long way. It did not take much time for my hard-earned confidence to turn into over-confidence, and over-confidence always betrays. The betrayal led me to fall. That day I fell. I fell for the first time and I fell hard. My knees were severely bruised blood was dripping down my legs and hands. I had no power to stand up. For few seconds after the fall, I could not understand anything neither could I feel the pain. Everything was numb. After a while, there was striking pain, and my sparkling eyes were welling up. My eyes were like a dam which kept the flood of tears from falling until I saw my fairy running towards me. 

As she took me in her embrace, I started to cry. Maybe I cried not because I was hurt but because I lost my confidence with the fall. The wings of the little butterfly were crippled and she feared if she could ever fly again. But then what is Queen Fairy there for. The fairy did her work the best way possible. She was worried she saw me crying. My pain made her cry too. For me, she stayed strong. I had to stay home for the next few days that made my fear deeper. The butterfly was afraid to go near the sunflower. 

Bright beautiful and sunny days tend to fill in some positivity and sunflowers are best on sunny days, I went again. This time she accompanied me, her presence made me feel safe. She is my safe space. I cycled again, smiling from ear to ear. The day of rising, the day I will remember forever. The little me now knew some more life lessons. Lessons that help me every day. That gives me the power to stay put even in the hardest situations that taught me not to cry, taught me that even when I fall, I can get back up just the wait for a bright sunny day is needed. There will be someone to aid me, if not physically then in my memories but, the power to stand up again will come from something and, you will rise again smiling ear to ear.