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A ride to remember!



Someday,  what it all takes is an unplanned ride to some place which is random as well. We, have been so accustomed to the idea of planning stuff that it seems unusual when we leave time to decide on our behalf.

So, one fine weekend, me and my friends decided to escape from the monotony of our daily routine. No class timings to shackle our legs, no assignments to bother and above all no role playing, an idea of just being ourselves. So, we board a random auto rickshaw and ask it's driver to keep plying until we ask him to stop. The cool autumnal breeze fondles our hair, the breeze clinging by our skin makes everything look serene. The lush green paddy fields give away to kohua laden fields which again disappear into tea gardens. There, we decide to stop our vehicle and explore.

We keep on walking, tea gardens to our right and left, an azure sky smiles back. We hear the crickets sing, a herd of cows marching towards their home. The idea of Nature returning to its lap seems evident. The last rays of a setting sun plays 'peek-a-boo' amidst the trees.

Some moment around dusk giving away to night time, we stand there transfixed, inhaling the fresh air which carried the smell of dampened mud. Our woes, lost dreams, unfulfilled hopes suddenly seem to have vanished in that thin air. And then, we journeyed back. A day, which gave us beautiful memories to cherish for a lifetime. The only thing we could think while we were returning was, this we might call, a ride to remember!

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