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Riding Clouds

I have this swing right outside my house.. I loved swinging on it, esp in the evenings. A seaside sunset, swift breeze, rhythmically gushing waves, tall palms…. And a vast open sky above and yes clouds… passing clouds.

My most vivid memory of the times on the swing is with my cousin. I guess I started sitting on the swing cause of him. We would fall back on the swing, staring up into the sky, riding clouds… throw a lasso over a cloud and wander into “neverland”. Then talks on life, the universe and everything else would ensue. Riding clouds would never be possible if not for him.

… when I return home this time, he l be a little more older, a little farther from “clouds” and the road to “neverland” may be lost forever as he grows up.

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ivkumar said…
Takes me back to a world where the biggest dream in curious eyes was to swing high enough to tickle the sky with your toes :-) thank you for the dose of nostalgia.. Definitely very Sunday-y!
February 27, 2011 at 12:11 PM
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