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My Swing : : My Comfort zone

All of us, when we ponder deep, will be able to find that one thing that soothes and comforts us. To me it is the swing at my home! Gifted by my father to my lil one(her first gift from her most fav person in the world), its even more special😍

Thinking back, it seems like I have grown up with swings all around me. Where I grew up in Madras, we had a swing at the backyard of the house. When I travelled the length and breadth of Kumbakonam or Mayavaram in my childhood, every house in every village or town had swings at the homes. 

Swing was and is an integral part of my everyday life. Even though am surrounded by chairs and couches, I still go for the comfort of the swing. The breeze wafting through and the oscillating movement not just calms my mind but brings back beautiful memories along with.

Have fond memories of just swinging, listening to stories from my kollu Patti (great grand mother),  learning English and hearing panchatantra stories from Thatha (in the end we have to tell him what the moral of the story is😅) , listening to melodies of Kishore Kumar, Latha Mangeshkar and Asha Bhosle floating through AIR( Aakashavani) with Athai, summer with 12 cousins on the same swing squealing and roaring bringing the house down at my grandfathers village home or just reading a novel with no care in the world. 

What is your comfort zone in your home? Find that spot to help  give you that sense of calm and balance in your everyday routine...

Love until next time...


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  1. Kalyani chittapoaJuly 8, 2025 at 3:24 AM

    Very nice. Jaya atthai has her own story on that very same swing. The swing has a story before you were born. Atthai had a stoll tied upside down at the very spot and she was swinging. Later, the family bought a swing for her

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