The entire body of this bicycle is covered in rust and its long history. A plastic rope ties the neck of the bicycle saddle, flat tires and rusty bicycle spokes depict how long it has not been touched by its owner. It doesn't stop there, grass grows around it like snacks that fall to the ground and become food for ants. This is the final story of a poor old bicycle.
Decades ago, this bicycle that was surrounded by weeds, lived a luxurious life, still beautiful and attractive to every eye that looked at it. In a shop in a display case, it stood charmingly, gleaming in the light of the lamp, then someone picked it like a blooming flower. When it arrived in the hands of a child, the beautiful bicycle was pedaled proudly, and the father who bought it from the market, smiled happily. But that story was decades ago, because time had erased all its beauty.
A dull bag, also a small child with faded colors, stood listlessly in the yard. Piles of plastic waste, sandals without owners and coconuts giving birth to their own shoots, depict a family that had just left them.
It turns out that everything that was ever desired, was not really wanted to be owned, everything that was ever missed was not truly loved. All will end up being memories. Then the rain will pour, and the sun will burn, then the grass will come to be his new friend. A bicycle that was once greeted with a beautiful smile and teary eyes.
I'm going to put this (Bicycle Surrounded by Weeds)into a daily #monomad contest organized and curated by @monochromes
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