---THE RENEGADE THOUGHT
The idea of leaving the cacophony of the city is like pushing your tongue into the mouth of a stranger. You may have that renegade thought of leaving the city and as you stand knee deep in the garden of doubt because who is that person who choses not to go the evolutionary way, who can tango lightly into obscurity without looking back?
You look back. You always look back. And when you are finally away from the city, looking back on it, the whole city appears as a giant mouth, as thirst, as a waterfall of things happening where you are not. You close your eyes at night and everything is SILENT. And it is okay. Atleast, it's what you tell yourself.