This reminds me of...How peaceful it used to be when I used to sit on the swing..
How beautiful it felt when I closed my eyes and I pushed myself up above the ground imagining that I was flying..
Those days where I had so much time to play..
The fights I had to just get the swing..
The fall I had from the swing and I was held and caressed by my mother..
The circles made intertwining the iron chains and getting giddy after that..
The challenges taken of who jumped the furthest from the swing..
The girl talks about toys and boys..
The time that singing and swinging was so much fun..
The wait for the evening to just go and swing..
This picture was taken at Priya's garden.
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