Sometimes an ordinary walk becomes a walk of freedom. The busy Ultadanga road, heavy traffic, noise all around, I walked tired steps, arms loaded with stuff, but with a smile playing on the lips. I knew it was not an ordinary walk. With every step under the neon lights of the city, and amidst all the cacophony, my heart was dancing to the tune of freedom - a breaking away from yet another pattern! Grateful! Cheers!
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