A dark highway...specks of light indicating human inhabitation in the distant, deep valleys. Kurt Kobain softly playing in my ears. And finally Silence, a respite from the constant honking that characterise every city, and Bombay, so much more; am smiling...
Travelling has somehow always done it for me. And all the more travelling alone...it always makes me smile. My soul finds expression through it...
Travelling through the silence..through unknown roads, to destinations never explored before, through those hidden valleys..every bit of it! I find every bit of wilderness calling out to me, welcoming me , with its warm or chilled embrace. But its warm all the same. Somehow, with the wind through my hair, my heart jumps with joy. The solitude restores the bits of me that the cacophony had eroded. Travelling somewhere, anywhere, somehow manages to put together the misplaced pieces and complete the image...
The roads are where my heart lies, and hence like a friend says.. I’ll keep walking...
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