Airplanes and busses


The thing about studying outside of your state is the loneliness. Total isolation at times.

Ofcourse other than that, there’s public transportation. In the scale of stuff I like, travelling is definitely somewhere up there, and on the other hand, on the scale of stuff I hate, there’s travelling too.

It’s more than just about fatigue or weariness. Or your shoes falling off midway after miles of walking. Or losing a bag on the train.

It’s about the tranquility of the odd. Being an introvert, I’ve always had the minimum amount of friends needed. For the sake of socializing and cheating on exams (just kidding, wink wink šŸ˜‰ )

Travelling however, give the idea of a double negative. I’m alone because I’m in a foreign land, therefore it is normal to be alone. I found bus stations, airports, and terminals, one of the most peaceful place to sit down to read or just observe.

It’s a place with no origin. Everyone come and goes. They don’t belong here. There’s no folktales, scary stories, or myths. It’s just a place somewhere on the far side of civilization. A jam-packed crossroads of strangers. You could sit on a bench and stayed there for the whole day, no one would question, no time to question even.

It’s just a perfect place for an imperfect person.

A place where I could possibly be, undoubtedly, belong.

Thanks for reading. Have a nice day everyone.


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