Soul in solitude
I was again on a solo trip without telling anyone, I picked up my backpack and just took the bus. I wanted to escape from situations, people around and most importantly me. I couldn't get the window seat, so the only option left for me was to either stare at people or scroll the internet. I decided to do both, according to the need of time. I checked my backpack again if I'd packed everything in a hurry. Funny how my bag is always packed. But something was missing, I couldn't remember what. I think I escape a lot. Or maybe it's just my way to feel relaxed. It's not easy to live with constant uneasiness. But whom should I tell? It's a web, puzzle, mirage, maze. And there seems to be no end to it. How am I supposed to share when even I couldn't comprehend this? While thinking about all of this sleep overcomes my brain. When I woke up I was at my station. Now I knew I needed an extra jacket otherwise I would have shivered all the time. Himalayas are always unp...
