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that my ears were dying to hear that ping pong sound which so
delectably made them oblivious to this mundane world,
I played a game of swimming; passionately waving my arms to
emulate a silver dolphin in the pool; when I felt that the skin
enveloping my body was dying a
premature death; the hair on my back had slept long ago,
I played a game of long jump; escalating my whole body to
stupendous heights over the flimsy bar; when I felt a tingling
sensation in my mind to conquer the acrimonious flurry of
hurdles,
I played a game of hockey; careening the round marble with my
stick right into the heart of the goal; when I felt that the food in
my stomach was rotting to hell; needed some indispensable
activity to be harmoniously digested,
I played a game of ice skating; gliding as smoothly as a white
eagle across the frozen coat of scintillating snow; when I felt
that an celestial urge to cover marathon miles without a single
walk or run,
I played a game of sword fighting; audaciously clanging
pugnacious metal with metal under the pearly rays of the full
moonlight; when I felt that my senses wanted to duplicate the
royal king; adopt his supremely oligarchic techniques to savor
the flavor of majestic life,
I played a game of crossword puzzle; meticulously synchronizing
and arranging a fleet of alphabets in chronological rows in order
to make prudent sense; when I felt that I needed to inevitably
brush up my fading vocabulary; before it entirely disappeared
with the passing clouds,
I played a game of staring; looking inexorably into my partners
eyes till God himself descended on this earth ordered them to
close; when I felt that the tenacity in vision was getting hazier by
the unfurling minute; the lazy obscurity could almost make me
blind,