Cycling during the monsoon

After a myriad of rainy days, when the sky was clear for once, I thought it was a fine day to head to the gym. But when I started to cycle, I was shaken to the core when I saw that my usual road of commute had transformed into a river. But at first glance, I thought it was going to be a walk in the park to ride through it. So, I took a deep breath and continued pedalling.

But after riding just two seconds into the river-puddle, I understood I had messed up big time. It was misleading, and my initial analysis of the river was wrong! It was actually pretty deep. I hadn't ridden half the puddle when I decided that continuing would be idiotic. So, I hopped off my cycle and opted to go back home.

Complication number two: I don't know how to swim, and that's when I first understood what swimming would feel like. Maybe I'm just overexaggerating here, but the moment I hopped off my cycle, I literally started to float in the water and had to wait a moment for my senses to kick in. The water was above my knee-level, and obviously my pants were wet, and the water wasn't the cleanest kind, it was from the paddy field nearby, and it definitely didn't smell nice, either.

So there I was, pushing my cycle back from the puddle like an idiot, but I'd argue that what I did was kind of genius. One wire and I would've been toast, and I thank God that I didn't get toasted that day. Well, to be fair, there were a couple of people already crossing the river-puddle. And I should've foreshadowed that it was going to be deep when I saw a man folding his pants.

When I got out of harm's way and into safety, some boys in two scooters asked me if they could cross it, and I shook my head in the negative, telling them that it was too deep. My warning sent them back. If they had attempted to cross the puddle, the water would've definitely entered the scooter's exhaust.

While riding back home, I swore that I wouldn't step out of the house until the monsoon ended. Back home, I underwent a thorough cleaning process to get rid of the aromatic water. But I forgot to clean my pair of crocs that underwent this tragedy. It's been more than a week, and they still haven't been cleaned.