Okay da, see this Kargil day. My boy, he was born in '99, the war year. For his twentieth birthday, I made him that special fish curry I used to pack for the shipyard workers who went up north for training, never came back. The metro escalators here have a sound like a grinding mechanism, but it's not the same as the silence after the monsoon thunder. We move too fast on these cycles, forget the ones who had to stop.
#cycling
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