The Magical Motorbike

This morning a kid came running into my house in Halkhori. He was excited and overwhelmed with joy as he had seen a magical bike outside. He explained how the magical motorbike started producing weird sounds as soon as someone touched it and the engine could start just by touching a small red dot on a rectangular object that the owner had in his hands. His mother, whom I call chachi (meaning aunt), said even she witnessed how the engine started roaring when other people than the owner tried to touch the bike. She further added, “it seemed as if the bike knew its owner and would cry the hell out if anyone else than the owner tried to take it away by force.” I agreed with them only giving them a small fact that the bike was shouting not only when touched by strangers but also due to an alarm system that triggered the sound. As for the remote control system, I could not find enough words to explain them why the bike engine started even from a distance just by the touch of a button on it in the owner’s hand. I let them enjoy their joyous moment of having seen the magical bike. It is in fact fascinating how small things like that can bring joy to people’s lives in my village.