Being born and raised in a village, city life tends to choke me at times. I long for the greenery, long for the air that is pure. So I run. I run towards the hills or the beaches, or just a little village by the bank of some unknown river. I run towards the history, where once was celebration and joy and now the ruins echoes with sound of passing wind. I run to the forest to feel the thrill of a basic life. I run where I could be alone and I run as much as I can. I am not a nomad, I don’t feel much like a traveller either. I am just a regular girl looking for peace and looking for break from what is otherwise life.