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The ever-changing hues of the sky, the constant rush of clouds, the eternal chirping of birds, the silence and stillness of nature and ever winding roads, all this and more makes me forget myself and where I am. Amidst this hide and seek, the search for my very own existence is lost and found many times over and over again. Yes, it’s difficult to forget the world and its pettiness yet it’s easy to immerse yourself into your very own thoughtful lane. Urban streets, the concrete jungle, harbor towns, flashes of memory, unraveled thoughts, wherever and whatever reveal a mysterious unknown voice that sounds my very own.