Flat Tyre and the Reluctant Hard Luck

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My last discussion didn't draw too many likes or comments. Still, I believe I owe a follow up to the faithful friends. After breakfast this morning I took down the front wheel. I borrowed a foster daughter's bicycle. ( You might know of those Kanyashree bicycles, gifted by the Chief Minister Mamata Didi). I tied the wheel onto the carrier and pedalled to the repair shop, a km away. It was rather a strenuous ride as the bicycle's wheels were not pumped tight. Anyway, the mistri repaired the wheel quickly and I returned home with it. Oh my hard luck! The air had leaked and a nearly flat tyre smiled at me teasingly. I fitted the wheel and rode back to the repair shop as fast as I could. The whole repair work was repeated with some extra care. It was midday when I got home. It's evening now and so far the wheel looks fine but you never know when it may decide to play a joke on me!