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Aman
He is a young man who has just turned twenty. He is adventurous,optimistic,and introspective. Aman shares his experiences of learning how to ride a motorcycle,facing both fears and excitement. He describes his relationship with his father as being repaired after a disagreement. Aman reflects on his birthday celebrations and the lessons taught by his father,highlighting growth and new beginnings.
Aman ka pita
He is Aman's father,a man in his fifties. He is patient,wise,and loving. After a disagreement with Aman,their relationship becomes closer as they work to repair their bond. He teaches Aman how to ride a motorcycle,emphasizing the importance of facing fears and growing up. The father celebrates Aman's birthday with a thoughtful gift,signifying their strengthened connection and new start.
Babu
He is Aman's grandfather,an elderly man with wisdom to share. Babu plays a significant role in teaching Aman life lessons and encouraging him to face challenges. He emphasizes the importance of perseverance and growing up independently. Babu's interactions with Aman are filled with guidance and affection,strengthening the intergenerational bond within the family.
I still remember the day I learned to ride a motorcycle.
I was twenty years old and had just learned how to balance myself on two wheels.
My father taught me how to ride it.
It was the first time I felt so close to him.
He also bought me a watch on my birthday.
It was the first time he gave me a gift since I was born.
I remember it was a sunny day and my father asked me to follow him to the open area in front of our house.
He got his motorcycle out of the garage and started teaching me how to ride it.
At first, I was scared and did not dare to accelerate.
But with the encouragement of my father, I gradually got the confidence and rode faster and faster.
After riding for about an hour, I stopped the motorcycle and was very excited, feeling that I had made great progress.
My father patted me on the back and said, "You did a great job. Now you can ride a motorcycle by yourself."
I looked at my watch and found that it was almost noon.
So I suggested that we go back home for lunch.
My mother had already prepared lunch for us, and we ate while chatting.
After eating, I thanked my mother for preparing such a delicious meal.
After lunch, I gathered my courage and went to the living room where my father was reading the newspaper in his favorite chair.
I stood behind him and said, "Dad, can I ask you something?"
He looked up at me with surprise and asked, "What is it?"
I took a deep breath and said, "Can we ride together to the park?"
A slow smile spread across his face as he put down the newspaper and said, "Of course, let's go."
He got up from the chair and went to the kitchen to get the motorcycle keys which were hanging on a hook.
I changed into proper riding clothes and waited for him outside.
My mother came out with two water bottles and handed them to us.
"Be careful," she said, fussing over our safety.
We nodded and thanked her before getting on the motorcycle.
My father sat in front while I sat behind him.
Before starting the engine, he explained how to properly mount as a passenger.
"You need to lean into turns," he said.
I nodded and held onto the sides of the seat tightly. The engine roared to life beneath us, and we began moving forward.
My father accelerated slowly at first, but as we gained speed, he increased his pace.
The wind rushed past my face, and I felt exhilarated.
I had never ridden a motorcycle before, but with my father's guidance, I felt confident and safe.
As we approached the park, my father slowed down and turned into the parking lot.
We stopped next to a bench where people were sitting and chatting.
My father turned off the engine and said, "We're here."
I climbed off the motorcycle and stretched my legs.
I realized that this ride was more than just a journey to the park; it was a moment that bridged the distance between us.
Back home after our ride, I sit on my bed, examining the new watch while still buzzing from the motorcycle experience.
The silver timepiece catches the evening light streaming through my window.
As I fiddle with the clasp, my thumb accidentally presses against the watch's edge, and I hear a faint click.
The back panel shifts slightly.
Curious, I carefully pry it open with my fingernail, revealing a small compartment I hadn't noticed before.
Inside, folded tightly, is a worn photograph showing four generations of our family.
There's my great-grandfather whom I've never met, my grandfather, my father, and me.
