WanderlustA Poem by Anagha Rakta
It's a weird pleasure -
to wish to wake up in a different world everyday; to walk on a different road and to breathe in a different wind. It's exciting _ to taste a bit of myself in every sip of a new world; to meet a different me in every sunset, ever seen, in an unknown sky. It is not a simple pleasure of exploring a new city - it's exploring myself. And in that, I find pleasure.
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