Colors laid against the blue sky, each with a distinct beauty of its own. The tickle in the tummy when you come glamorously towards the ground and the pride when you go high up tearing the wind apart. The flash of each color filling your eye in its turn, and the exhilarating rocking of your little suspended chamber on the metal. The smell of thrill, the taste of fun and the wet feeling of joy pouring into your heart. The Giant Wheel. It's not free. The ride is not free, you pay a price for it, but nevertheless you want to experience it again. I too want to ride on it again. I had a wonderful time on the Giant Wheel. I want to get on it again!
Monday, January 28, 2008
The Giant Wheel.
Colors laid against the blue sky, each with a distinct beauty of its own. The tickle in the tummy when you come glamorously towards the ground and the pride when you go high up tearing the wind apart. The flash of each color filling your eye in its turn, and the exhilarating rocking of your little suspended chamber on the metal. The smell of thrill, the taste of fun and the wet feeling of joy pouring into your heart. The Giant Wheel. It's not free. The ride is not free, you pay a price for it, but nevertheless you want to experience it again. I too want to ride on it again. I had a wonderful time on the Giant Wheel. I want to get on it again!
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I seriously wish you sit on that giantwheel again. You write so well yaar, ur blog really speaks a lot
that was one heck of a ride... :)
look!!! i jumped the 140+ unread posts in my google reader and read yours!!!
you make me wanna sit on a giant wheel again. it's been years!!!
@kris: yeee..ur back :) my giant wheel was kinda symbolic..anyway do try the giant wheel..its high time!
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