(Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson)
A Ferris Wheel. What could a slowly, irritatingly, lugubriously rotating hub with sitting capsules – containing within their confines a horde of screaming, shrieking, howling bunch of humanity – at the end of its multiple spokes mean other than chaos and confusion? Venky wanted to fling himself out the cauldron of hysterical laughter, harrowing colours and hounding lights. He could not even wrap his head around why he had brought a ticket for himself in the first place. The last time he was in one of these it was during Utopian times. It was when Ash was still with him.
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