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It was just another normal morning with everybody in my house making preparations for my departure to the place where I am currently studying. My dad dropped me off at the bus station at around 8 in the morning. I waited for the bus to Yavatmal to arrive. It arrived just in time, which I absolutely didn't expect. I didn't board it. I had something else on my mind. Who wants a bus journey where all you do is sit there like a lazy bird, and BOOM you are thrown at your destination when you can cycle to someplace else and get to know your limits and self. I took my cycle from a friend's place, which o had kept there on the day before. After all, this was something that was on my mind for a pretty long time. I started my journey towards Chennai, around 1000km from my home city, where the magic was supposed to take place, at 9. The weather was great, being winter, it was cool and the sun was also hiding behind the grey clouds. The only negative thing about the weather was that there were chances of rain, which would ruin my chances of reaching my destination for the day by the desired time. I had planned to do 200km in 12 hours which was pretty doable, considering my brevet timing of 4 hours 30 minutes for 100km. I had planned the same distance for every day and the same time target. At night I would rest at a bench at a bus stand or some railway station. The benches there gave worse aches than the ones given by constant pedalling. I kept pedalling with some motivation from my self and some from the people passing me in the luxury of their cars' soft padded seats. I mostly envied them as my evil saddle gave me bum sores. Finally I could see the milestone for Chennai with a number that was lower than my age. That gave me a boost to pedal even faster. This increased my blood adrenaline level to a level where I could feel my heart beating so loud that I was afraid it would jump out of the cage it had been in for so long. Adding to this was the anxiety of the result of what was gonna unfold in the near future. I made a call to the one who I was supposed to meet in Chennai, an hour ahead of my ETA, knowing the traffic condition of Chennai. It was the time for the confession, the moment, whose thought had dragged me through all these troubles. I finally confessed my love to her. I felt my heart in my mouth when I said those words. That heart was broken by the denial. I felt my heart sink and come out of the other hole. I felt truly heartbroken. That was the time when I started thinking about all the days I spent on the saddle. All the miles I had travelled for just this moment (not the result though). The only support I had during this time was my cycle and the people around. I can't fall in love with every person I meet on the road, so I chose the thing that literally kept me going. It was me and my cycle who had gone through all the hardship. My biggest support throughout the journey, had turned into the love of my life! Who would have thought?