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The Bicycle Man ” a short story from “Rainbows in Braille” – A collection of short stories – By Elmo Jayawardena Piyasiri was dressed, in his available best, which is something you seldom see. His greased black, dirt-brown shorts, eternal costume at his hole in the wall bicycle repair shop had been exchanged for a sakaramutai pink Palayacart sarong and his usually bared body was sporting a clean, cream, short-sleeved shirt which stretched a tad tight. The little shop cum home was closed. No repairing bicycles or inflating tyres. Not on this day.        “Manike is coming today from the Middle East, I am going to the airport to bring her home, two years is a long time,” he forced declarations proudly to anybody who cared to even glance at him standing by the road, a beaming smile and intrepid anxiety written all over his face.        “I am waiting ...