I remember a day in summer in kerala. I must have been five or six then. I was waiting at a bus stop and there was this shop next to it selling grocery, fruits, cold drinks: well, a bit of everything. It had a drink called 'Fly', in orange color, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was sure then that if I drank that drink I could fly. I imagined drinking and soaring up, up, up.
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