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The Journey at Dawn

06:25 am.

I begin my cliched journey, one I’ve repeated for over four years.

In the pitch-dark, unmoved air thickens the silence, even the softest noise appears

loudly. Malevolent creations of my mind creep along the shadow, waiting patiently

to catch me off guard. A lonely streetlight shines dimly ahead, its weak shield

against the dark soothes my fearful soul. I rush to reach that warm embrace; tick-

tack, tick-tack. Eyes fixed on the road, I keep walking until the thunder of a bus
motor reaches my ear. The hunt begins. Without even looking back, I dart after my

prey. The frustration of missing an empty bus could drive me to run at the speed of

light - every step echoing loudly on the pavement, my breath getting faster and

heavier. The chase ends with a delightful treat; every seat in the bus desperately

calling for someone to sit. I blindly bless one with my presence, the cozy atmosphere

lulling me, with a sigh of relief I doze off. For a while I completely entrust my safety

to a skillful driver.

Once I’m off the bus, a hideous path awaits me. This cunning path, seems to

curse me to stumble with its little tricks; rocks placed deliberately to catch the

unwary, tree root poking through the uneven ground. Maneuvering on each

obstacle, every step feels like a victory. Laziness keeps me taking this shortcut,

despite my annoyance.

Then comes the best part where I can stroll in peace. Stars above, smiling

brilliantly, whispering the best for me. Even though they’re just distant luminaries,

their power is unmatchable. With every step, their glow steadies my wavered

strength, filling me with hope and guiding my way to the castle of wisdom.

10a Avidirmaa Tulga