Father always tells me, "Bapu understood that this bicycle belongs to your Grand Pa and I am driving it. If you study well, you'll ride better than here. "I just answer my father's words, hun... Yes... Obedient father. Father turns his bullet vehicle straight home after school holiday....

             And in the house, the dress leaves open and the dhoti puts the towel and goes straight out to the farm at the top of the village.

Everyone in the house also comes out with him. Father sits everyone in his bullet vehicle and starts his journey. The elder sister and younger brother sit in front of the bullet vehicle. Mother sits in the back seat. Papa sits in the middle seat and drives. And I stand with my legs in two corners of the middle seat. After completing the work, we return home like that.

             When ever I get hollow time, I walk out with my father's bullet vehicle to the long street of the village, to learn to walk. And everyone smiles when they see my drive. When I hit the bicycle, I think I'm also holding a bullet vehicle. And when I learnt to walk, my feet are no longer on the ground by cycling.

                         When I finished my schooling, and enrolled in college, Papa took me and put me in the mess. I was very sad the day I went to the mess, because I was leaving the bullet vehicle. On the way, I told everyone at home that"Everyone must be taking care of the bicycle a bit, I'll drive when I come. "

             I stayed in the mess and studied. I remembered my father's bullet vehicle but kept my mind awake. How many days and bullet vehicles you think will be seen with. 

Five years have passed.  My studies are also over. My wait finally came to an end. The date of going home was finalised...........

                                  I thought to myself, Anyway, I'll go home after so long. When I'll go home, I'll take the  bullet vehicle and walk around the village lane for two or three rounds. That day was Wednesday. I turned upside down at our village bus stand.  From a distance I saw Papa waiting to pick me up. But he did not have that old bicycle. When I reached home, I searched the bullet vehicle all around. But, i finally found out that the bullet vehicle was no longer 😢.

              Mother's body fell ill and he was selling it, and with that money Mother's body was healed.😢

                              Perhaps I was not going to meet the bullet vehicle again. However much i will never get the bullet vehicle loan. Because he sold himself and healed my Mother's body. 

                                          Let's see when I'll meet my father's bullet vehicle again. Even today I'm waiting for him.........................................................................................................................