MY MYSURU CYCLING DAYS of 1970s
Pedalling Through the Past - A Journey on Two Wheels Learning to ride a bicycle is more than just a struggle for balance; it is the first real taste of freedom a young heart ever feels. In the gentle, sun-drenched streets of 1970s Mysuru, our family bicycle wasn't just metal and rubber—it was a silent witness to our growing years, passed down from brother to brother like a sacred torch of independence. Looking back now, these memories trace my own journey from a shy boy watching from the sidelines to a young man confidently pedalling toward a future of his own, leaving a trail of beautiful milestones across the city of my youth. Allow me to take you on a journey down memory lane, as I share the nostalgia and cherished experiences of my cycling days throughout the decade of 1970s, a decade where my life was defined by the simple, rhythmic joy of cycling. My oldest brother had originally bought a bicycle to commute the six-kilometre distance to pursue his Master’s degree at the Unive...