Wearing My "Bicycle Seat"

A tale about bicycle seat caps

Few weeks before his wedding, Mr Tungchamma Lengdung (Mr LT going forward) wore a bicycle seat cap for sometime.

A week after his wedding, I made a post on Facebook wearing one.

While others responded to how it looks on me, some others were very sensitive, trying to make sense of discreet clues.

One probbed to the conclusion that Mr LT has passed the baton on to me. He assumed that since I confessed to his (Mr LT) crossing my mind while enjoying the comfy of the cap, is a reliable sign that I am next in line to take on the path of building a home. 'I doubt if Mr LT will wear that cap again, since he is no longer single', the observer added.

A chat followed. A long interesting exploration of the connectedness between this seeming “coincidental” happening.

Photo credit: A passer by.

The point is: Mr LT had his "bicycle seat" on, few weeks before his wedding. I may wear mine several times longer than the gap between his transition; possibly even to an extent rather unnecessary to calculate.

So while I walk the path into the next chapter after this phase, I will rock this seat with Grace and style for how long it tarries yonder.