I was coming home from college during my holi break. Our little ritual would be getting a little drunk during our bus journey to make it interesting. So we got Vodkas, Beers and Whiskeys. Maybe a “little drunk” part wasn’t exactly right. So I don’t really remember what happened then. But some of the things I remember was listening to songs. I remember hearing Beatles and also a little Eminem. My friends were crushing to make joints to smoke during the pit stops. They were already a little high. They asked me to hold the torch so that they could remove the seeds. I saw the dedication in these people’s eyes. They explained how seeds caused impotency and how they are not keen to not give birth to more stupid DNAs.So me being the most “sober” one there decided to help them out. To be honest, it’s not the hardest thing to do. They appreciated me so much for the help at the same time scolding me for dropping so much of the real stuff on the seat. Fast forward to the next part I remember. I got up. The time was 3:15. I looked up from my window. Not the best view ever but it got me thinking. How the best way to learn life is not from books. It’s not from experienced people. It’s your experiences when you travel. Every part of travelling to a new or old destination reflects life. Every turn is a new day, every crossing is a decision you have to make. Think about it. When you stop to ask directions from someone and trusting what they said is exactly like the time you made a new friend and gave your trust to them. How that’s not always the best decision ever. I learned how to crush equivalent to how you learn something new everyday which if not done with concentration can effect someone in a huge way. How some phase of your life is a slow song when you’re having a heart break or how it’s Rap God when you’re having the best time of your life. Like every mountain road, life also has its own highs and lows. You don’t give up before arriving at your destination, so why give up on Life?