Journeys are beautiful. Calm, subtle, silently running along like a film on your window frame. Different scenes getting painted on the road side, living for a short while and before you realize its left behind already.
You sit back, listen to your favorite songs and watch out what life portrays next. A guitar strum, a hidden harmony, and the beauty added by tabla echoes vividly into your ears, which otherwise would have gone unnoticed in the hustle-bustle of everyday routine.
With gentle wind brushing against your hair, you feel light, empty and happy being yourself J
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