What is the last thing you learned?
As a college girl, it was always my dream to learn to ride a motorbike. I loved the way they’d sound. Back in the day, a girl riding motorbikes was looked upon as Bold. I was bold and I wanted the world to see it.
Since my dad gave me a car for myself much sooner than I had expected, I couldn’t ask for a bike. So I waited patiently until my brother got one. Eventually, he did get one but it was much too large for a short girl like me.
I dreamed of getting a bullet for myself one day. But my career didn’t bloom in the early days. I got married and moved countries.
In the UK, getting a car driving license was an achievement. Long time had passed since those college days and I wasn’t that young girl anymore. I had responsibilities. I was answerable.
The dream was gone. Forgotten even.
My husband had the same passion for bikes. He had been doing man-math for a long time about getting one. A couple of years back I encouraged him to get one and he has not regretted it for one minute. My dream yet stayed forgotten.
When I was pregnant with my second child, my husband rekindled that yearning. That dream. One that I had conveniently deleted from the list of my aspirations.
So, the last thing I learned a couple of weeks ago was the basics of riding a motorbike. And now I dream again.
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