We travel to the places to know about the stories that the city holds in the arches of its monuments but have no idea about the stories of your fellow friend who is traveling with you .
Your cars get punctured and you learn patience from highway instead of your father and spend rest of life realising how both are same.
You get to know "DRUNK NIGHTS are fun" is a partial lie. During trip you realise that boys'
heart don't completely belong to them. In some time you realise they are never completely ready for departures.
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