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Monday, April 16, 2007

Travelling

As opposed to many people out there who simply dread travelling, I am totally fine with it. In fact, I welcome long bus/train rides. It's time of solitude. The time when I don't have to fight with anybody/one/thing for my own time. My thoughts can run wild undisturbed, unintruded. Even if the surroundings are terribly noisy, it doesn't matter if I've my earphones on.

I like to travel. If fares were free, I would travel whole day.

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