NOTHING’S PERMANENT. YET SOME THINGS IMPRINT THEM DEEP ENOUGH TO BE ALWAYS REMEMBERED. My bicycle was one of them. It was. Recently it kinda got sold and my daughter has become someone else’s. It’s all good. Yet, I felt like I needed to write about this old bird. WHY. That’s something which I myself don’t exactly know. Why did they thought to change my cycle? Though it kinda looked different. A guy riding a girl’s cycle. And that too a rusty one. But still, it didn’t give a damn about what people thought.