Tryst with destiny

Four circles sliding down
With all certainty, I sadly proclaim that my bicycle was stolen on 14 January , just a few days after I came back from India. I parked it opposite the jackfruit tree, in FEA, tied to the wall by a thick chain, like a goat tied to a tree. Despite these thick and thin locks, the person who wanted this very bike so badly, deftly managed to snaffle it by hoodwinking everyone in the courtyard. We must, proudly, appreciate his/her skill at cutting locks in broad daylight.

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