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Travelling

"Of all the books in the world, the best stories are found between the pages of passport."



Traveling is messy.
We travel to places to know about the stories that a city holds in the arches of it's monuments but have no idea about the stories of your fellow friend who is traveling with you.

Toll-booths are the reminders that you are one step closer to your destination and one step far from your home.

Your car gets punctured when you are 10 kilometres away from your destination. You learn about patience from a highway instead of your father and spend rest of the life realising how both of them are the same : Steady, not afraid of letting you go for your good and always warns you about the accidents.

You get to know the fact that, 'Drunk nights are fun.' is a complete lie and realise they are 40% sad, 40% angry and 20% just regrets.

During the trip you realise that boys' hearts do not completely belong to themselves. On the way back home, guys pay toll-tax for the road and courage for the heart because it's time to use something which is not completely theirs. In some time, you realise how they are never ready for departures.

Travelling from time to time is important because everyone is very busy to realize how other's lives has changed too. You talk till 3:30 in the morning with your friends only to realise how much they have grown in between the last trip and the current one.

Despite all this messy travelling, you have a perfect, scheduled, visit-all-the-best-places-in-the-town trip because of that one friend who has fear of missing out.

You are just 10 kilometres away from your home and you find yourself wishing for nothing else than a puncture in your car. That is when you realise that the way back home is always a little too close. And the friendship after the trip, always closer than before. ©Bhavya🌺,Travelling
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