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||Are you a mountains or a beach person?..

"Are you a mountains or a beach person?"
"Mountains."
I loved the mountains. I loved the green, long, winding roads with me and my friends in a car. I loved traveling to the apex and feeling like being on the top of the world. I loved the ear-pop games the altitude played with me. 
I loved the adventure that the mountains always stood for, beckoning from high above, tempting to be discovered. I always did things I had never done before. I looked forward to these firsts. Sometimes I went to watch the same movies twice or thrice, but does that really count? I went on long walks. I spent nights just blabbing away with friends. I took 3 am bike rides across the city. I talked to people. Finally. And I couldn't stop. I loved wine, and a good ol' girls' night out. I loved my roommate, who dressed up to work and made me do the same. I loved the late night musings on a balcony with a cuppa coffee in one hand. I loved gaming arcades and how my friend cheated like a ten year old crazed for candies. I loved long earrings, red hair and distressed jeans. I also loved meeting new people, partying every weekend and turning up to work waiting for Friday every Monday.


"Are you a mountains or a beach person?"
"The beach. Always the beach."
Right now, strolling on the beach, with my friends all sitting a little farther away, I realise I love the beach. I love the serenity, the way everyone is in their own worlds, nobody is really talking all that much. But they're all content, happy, even. These are the people my last two months have revolved around and we might never see each other again. And for the first time in life, that's okay. I now prefer tea over coffee. I swirl my mojito rather than do jello shots. I look forward to meeting friends at home and eating mom's food. I look forward to college and seeing people grow from being a mountain to a beach person. I still have a lot of adventures to take on, but at the end of every such adventure, I'll always look for the beach. The breeze, the quiet and the serenity. 

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  1. AnonymousOctober 20, 2021 at 11:16 AM

    Beach always gives you a sense of tranquility even with all the sound of waves breaking.
    This is wonderful. You should write more often!!

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