Belonging in the unfamiliar

 Caught the first bus before sunrise, half-asleep, fully unsure, yet curious about the day ahead. Just me, my bag, and a little courage. Landed in a place I’ve never been before.

No maps could guide the vibe. Got into an auto, expecting silence or maybe some old film songs. The auto driver started opening up...He asked if I always travel alone. I smiled.. he smiled back.

He started sharing pieces of his world.. how he believes solo trips change people, how his daughter wants to study in another city, how life feels when you're stuck in routines.

Strangers, just passing by, yet sometimes they reflect something back at us - courage, kindness, a sense of belonging in the unfamiliar.

Maybe we’re all just stories in transit..sometimes riding, sometimes driving, but always learning from the people we meet on the way.

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