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Here’s a short travel story for you —
The Train to the Mountains
Rafiq had always dreamed of escaping the city’s chaos. One summer morning, he packed only a backpack, bought a last-minute ticket, and boarded a train bound for the northern mountains.
The train rattled past rice fields shining like glass in the sunlight, rivers winding like silver threads, and villages where children waved at strangers. Every turn of the track felt like a page of a story he hadn’t read yet.
When the train slowed near a small mountain station, Rafiq decided to get off—no plan, no hotel, no destination. He just followed a narrow trail lined with pine trees. The air grew cooler, scented with wildflowers. Birds sang from hidden branches, and distant waterfalls whispered promises of peace.
That night, he stayed with a kind old couple who offered him tea and stories of their village. Sitting by the fire, Rafiq realized something: sometimes travel isn’t about reaching famous places—it’s about letting the road surprise you.
When he returned home days later, the city still looked the same—but he didn’t. Something inside him had shifted, like the mountains had carved a secret space in his heart.
✨ Would you like me to write you another travel story in a more dreamy/romantic style or in a realistic adventure style?
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