It’s been very loooooong since I thought of writing. Maybe even before I started this blog, I had a few things that had been on my mind for a long time, and I poured all of that into writing. After that, I guess I ran out of topics. A couple of times I did get some ideas, but I wasn’t too interested in turning them into posts. Or maybe there were other things going on in parallel, so writing slowly slipped to the bottom rack and settled there.

Okay! You might think I have got an important topic to write about or I have rekindled my interest and opened the bottom drawer again. That’s not completely true. I opened my Notes app on my mobile to save something with today’s date, a spark hit me —why not document how I feel today instead? That way, it’ll stay forever, and I can always come back to read and relive this day. (I wanted to write the date here, but since the post already shows it, I held back… and instead typed two lines explaining why!)

I have never believed that the things we manifest come to us(until now). It’s only recently when I came across the book “The Power of Subconscious Mind” and started reading it, that I began to realize how much our thoughts can influence our lives. Book aside, one day after watching a Manifestation reel on Instagram , the AI became very excited to help me and the universe connect and started suggesting more videos on how to change your thoughts, the law of attraction and similar topics.

Now when I look back, I can see that many things I had longed for, dreamed of, or imagined—how life would be if things had gone differently—some of them actually happened. And looking at it now, I think they happened for good. One such thing happened today: I bought a bicycle.

You might wonder—is it just for a bicycle that I’m writing this long post? Yes. And for me, it’s huge.

I think I was around 13 or 14 when I first dreamed of owning a bicycle. That was around the time a popular cycle brand launched a series of colourful bicycles just for girls. Now, being in marketing myself, I can definitely say that campaign must have been a great hit! Every single girl who had their homes around the school radius seemed to have one and would ride it to school. They had little baskets in front for their bags (like most bicycles do), and I was completely fascinated by those bicycles. I even had favourite colours—maroon and purple—and used to constantly debate which one I would choose if I ever got to buy one.

Sadly, that debate never reached a conclusion. We didn’t have enough money to buy a bicycle. So that dream of owning a maroon or purple bicycle was never fulfilled. Later, when I was able to afford a bicycle, I didn’t have the necessity to buy it. 

As all my posts have this line “When we moved to Sweden” – Yes! yet again. Here to my surprise there are dedicated cycling roads, completely separate from other traffic. During summers you could see every single cycle come out of the storage room to be back on roads until the snow hits again. That old, unfulfilled desire started to peek out again last summer. 

Now that the weather’s getting better and the sun shows up more often, we’ve started going out more. Last week, I got to ride my friend’s bicycle, and that boosted my confidence—it had been a long time since I last rode one. After endless scrolling and checking online, today, quite suddenly, we went and bought a bicycle.

I’m not sure why my anxiety was high the whole time, but it stayed until I took a ride alone.

It’s not maroon or purple—but a pretty black. I am happy to finally have a bicycle for myself. Yes, sometimes the things we desire do come to us. Maybe not right away, but in their own time, through the people who quietly make them happen.

And now, the 13-year-old inside me is very happy—riding the bicycle, not as a kid, but with the kids. If you find someone struggling to find their balance, adjusting to a slightly big bicycle and riding a little awkwardly, grinning like they just got their very first one — that would definitely be me.