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Just a thought...

Never before so vehemently I wished I had wings. Wings that would take me to the place unknown...the utopian territory with no one around...only my thoughts, feelings and ideas dancing in mirth, and compelling the atmosphere to make a mark of their identity...
The thought of experiencing that place, time and space is so exhilarating, that I sprang up from my chair, and try to do the act of flying (as if I were a fairy!), and in no time I wanna reach that arcadian, where things, atleast for a moment, are exactly the way I want them!
That, precisely, would be the best time to be alive!
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  1. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2009 at 7:56 AM

    Ya!!!Nice thought Vibha..I loved this blog of yours...

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