I love the freedom that comes with anonymity; the freedom of being in a place where I know noone and noone knows me. Today, at the Corniche, I experienced that freedom.
It was practically deserted since it's winter time and a little chilly outside, but I could hear the waves pounding the rocks and the muted sounds of traffic on the road. I walked past the playground... the red swings beckoned invitingly. After a quick, furtive glance to make sure noone was watching, I lowered myself onto the swing, praying the chains wouldn't collapse under my weight... thankfully, nothing happened so I settled in and pushed off.
For twenty minutes, I swung to and fro in blissful solitude, feeling the wind on my face, reliving my childhood. Then, a garbage collector passed by, wheeling the clanking bins and my peace was broken.
Sometimes I really wish I could be seven years old again... 
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anonymity ... its great
ReplyDeletei think the biggest joy in holidays is also the fact that one is sort of anonymous in that new place... and has the 'tourists license' to act as they please !
Anonymity is such a bliss sometimes, I so agree with you on that.. :)
ReplyDelete@ Abdul Sami, you're absolutely right and you've been lucky enough to travel to exotic spots :) i'd like to visit Eastern Europe next!
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