කොලඹ කාක්කෙක්

Looking back and recalling the past, it hits me how drastically I’ve adapted to a completely different lifestyle… Before I moved to Colombo, I lived with absolute, unadulterated freedom. Whenever the mood struck, I’d be up on some misty mountain peak or taking off on a random road trip.

After relocating here, my definition of an “adventure” shrank down to stepping out for a late-night cup of Chai or aimlessly riding my bike through city streets whenever my head felt heavy. “Long distance rides” meant Galle or Kandy at best, and real road trips only happened once every six or seven months.

I’d catch myself sinking into deep nostalgia scrolling through old photos… But considering the exact reason why I moved to this city, I have to keep that wild, restless kid inside me somewhat tamed.

Regardless, over the past few weeks, a series of totally unplanned trips landed in my lap. Two weeks ago, I rode out to Arugam Bay. Last week, I took a wild spin through Matale… Inhaling road dust and cursing out terrible drivers was pure chaos, but damn, it was an absolute blast.

And right then, I tasted the raw flavor of my old life again… Truth is, even when we’re trapped inside the corporate daily grind, feeding the wild soul inside us doesn’t require grand luxuries. All you really need is a beautiful stretch of open road, a solid viewpoint, and an iron butt capable of enduring the pain.

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