I was ecstatic when I saw a huge swing outside our hotel room window in Muzaffarabad. The swing was a sweet thrill in the slight chill of the vicinity. I enjoy the occasional swing rides that I earn during our routine walk expeditions in the moon-lit parks located in our neighbourhood in Lahore.
My fondness for swings has culminated in getting me a closer version of the same. An unfortunate accident has left me with one leg plastered in a heavy rock solid cast. To aid my movement, I have with me a pair of crutches.
Dramatically, crutches are no less than swings. With either clamped beneath my armpit, I get to take swings and swings and swings. Just that they sometimes tend to throw me overboard if I hasten to miscalculate the landing coordinates!
Surely, all my love and lust for swings will now stand categorically served.
Dramatically, crutches are no less than swings. With either clamped beneath my armpit, I get to take swings and swings and swings. Just that they sometimes tend to throw me overboard if I hasten to miscalculate the landing coordinates!
Surely, all my love and lust for swings will now stand categorically served.
That's certainly a lovely outlook on the hated crutches!!
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