I slump down upon a bench and wait for my turn. The morning sun’s slanting rays, the green manicured grass under my feet, the hundreds of trees all around and the birds flying above – what more can I ask for? This has become my favorite bench. Wait, there’s another one at the 8th hole and this one is under a huge “sheesham” or Indian Rosewood tree. Another of my favorite benches. Five minutes is all I get to take a breather. But this is enough to get going again…
From the editors: What is your favorite park bench?
Awesome 👌
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