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Escape

You remember the the school lunch breaks? the times, when you would finish your tiffin ASAP so that you could find more time to play. I miss those days. But the thing I miss even more is the feeling I used to get 10 minutes before the break. The feeling you get, when you know something good is about to happen. The feeling you get, when you are about to Escape.

Escape? how do we define such a complex concept? It need not to be a big hotshot trip, it could be very simple. Like, a hot cup of tea when you are drenched in the rain is an Escape. Calling home after a heavy day is an Escape. Listening to soothing classical music in a noisy city is an Escape. Reading a book to explore an unknown world is an Escape. Getting the Idea?


So what's the occasion for me to write on this subject? Simple, I'm having my Escape from my routine, where words help me express my thoughts, where I communicate to strangers(one sided though, LoL), and try to find tiny bit of happiness(I feel that once the post is complete).  Writing is my Escape, and I know it.

And that's the thing I would like to share with everyone who will come across this post. Life is like school. You gotta perform well, achieve great heights and doing many more things, but along the way don't forget to have the little Escapes. Know the Escapes which suits you, and soothes you too. Cause these Escapes make you unique, they recharge you and more than that, they make you happy. 

So Happy Escaping!





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