Places are like people. Some far....some popular...some infamous...and some natural crowd pullers. Some mix into the scheme seamlessly and some struggle to engage. And there are others who rarely have any visitors...
While it is always an enriching satisfaction to visit the popular places, the glorious and famous ones...yet at times, it can be incredibly charming and soothing to visit those silent, hidden places....the ones which are just around us...close to us and yet relatively unknown to most.
A few hundred meters away from where I work, there is a place, which hardly sees any visitors. This place has a name, though it does not matter. Often, when the sun is out and the drizzles are away, I find myself on a short afternoon walk to this place. Every time I leave this place, there is an urge to visit once again...
Seasons make the place wear different looks and colors... sometimes the rustling leaves and sometimes the barren chill; sometimes easy verdant....sometimes beautiful crimson....sometimes dominating brown....and sometimes calm white. I continue to explore and the place never disappoints.
And a wooden chair sits there...calm and confident...as a witness to all the subtle changes around and as a host to the rare visitor who visits this place.
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