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After a long time, I sat on a swing and was swinging away to glory for about half an hour, in a park in Kottur Gardens. I had lived there when I was in my 5th standard. I threw away my slippers and felt my feet sink into the sand as I sat down. When I clutched the chain, it was only automatic to let go of thoughts. Actually felt as if the world was swinging for me. I closed my eyes to get ready to fly. A distant tape-recorder was playing some random english numbers. Matched together with light gentle waft of breeze, swinging the braches of nearby tree in a rhythm corresponding to mine. It was my orchestra. Felt free. Childish. And more than anything, alive :)

I am listening to "We can be heroes, just for one day" by Wallflowers.

Perfect.