Walking down the cobbled alley, the voices of the people in their houses runs through my mind, and soon diminishes as I crossed it. The hustle and bustle of the urban jungle pinched my ears. The billboards next to the road caught my eye. The vintage colours of the 1986 Chevrolet, flashed across the street and casted a colossal shadow. Making a tight grip on my keys of the car, I left for a road that had never been treaded before. The half opened window allowed the cool breeze to bring in the tranquility. After perhaps a long journey of hundreds of miles, the countryside was in sight. The lush green grass of the valley, the untamed cold river reflecting the twilight in the hazy night sky. I rested my tired head, on the cool land and stargazed until the nightingale sung me a lullaby…
Life... 