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What if this imagination is just a ticket away!

When I was folding the laundry.
To be precise..
Masthu kaali unde battalu martestunde.
So yeah, I was wondering what if the only clothes we have for the month are in our backpack!
What if all the emotions we feel are carefully packed in Spotify and injected into us via earphones every now and then, when the breeze hits the face!

What if all the hot coffee or chai you have is not on a lazy Sunday in your bed but with a beautiful green view! The strong caffeine smell or the boiling bliss of chai-patti on the hilltop!
What if the only thing that runs is your bike and not your mind!
What if the roar of the bike excites your heart not just some century from Virat or a groundbreaking goal from Ronaldo.
To be precise again.
I barely watch sports. Any. So the names of players are not gender restricted but Instagram story restricted.
I keep drifting. Back to the point.
Well,
What if this imagination is just a ticket away.
A ticket for a week away from work. (W.A.F.W)
Hey! I just need wafw. Not wfh or wfo. My office people will get this.
Back to the point again.
A ticket for freedom from curfews at home.
A ticket for adventure.
A ticket for exploring the actual self.
A ticket for eyes experiencing more than just a computer screen.
A ticket for the heart to race not just because of that damn team's ringtone.
Damn it's Monday again.
I highly recommend W.A.F.W.
Anyways!
Drink more water macha.







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