First post of 2011 is about falling from a cycle. Sad note to start the year?
Nah. Not really.
It brought back many memories. All in a second. All those falls that which preceded this one.
The cycle races. The roads of Aram Bagh. Me groaning. The cuts and the bruises. Mummy chiding about me not being too careful and tending to the wounds at the same time.
All this brought an innocent smile. Something which my face muscles haven’t experienced in a long long time.