Stolen Cycle's Infatuation

 Missing something from the heart after it's stolen:- 

We all have the times when something we dear is stolen. The fun thing, if the object is materialistic the worth is only doubled to us after it's stolen. When we see our cycle daily, No one cares. But when it's not there it's enough to shatter our hearts, Isn't it?

My cycle was recently stolen. There is nothing more I can do about it now. I wished, to find the thief and slit his throat if I ever got the chance. The story goes like this:-

My family and I have just returned from our trip(check out the previous blog). The day after that was my pre-board. So, I studied the whole day and went to school the next. After I came back, My family inquired whether I had given my cycle to my friends. I nonchalantly said, "No, I hadn't". They said that then where was my cycle it wasn't where it should be. That when it struck me my cycle had been stolen. I ran out to see; It wasn't where it was supposed to be.

It makes me sad to write about it now. It's true that you only realise something's true value when it's missing. I did my best to find my cycle. I stuck posters all around my society, describing a reward of 5000. I also reported it to the police, and we all know that it won't help.

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  1. Bruh try harder, I beluve you can fidn the cycle

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