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Adventures or Accidents??

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how are you all?
 So, it struck to me pretty recently that i dont write often enough and i kinda know the reason. But, lemme focus on the days events. It has been a bumpy ride into the second year of the college and I guess I am enjoying college more. I go to my classes and I get to boss around too (what more can you ask for ??).
     Today, I chose to accompany two of my friends for the promotional video of our event to be made, as it turns out it was a complete bummer. We started our journey back to college and came face to face with a sucky fact that we could not hitch any ride when our savior came riding on a shimmering white pegasus and offered us help. It was a fellow batchmate who had showed up with a white activa and offered us a lift. We complied to the offer and chose to ride with him.
    Here was the adventure, it was 4 of us on one activa which was driven carelessly enough to give a sound person a heart attack, god only knows what held us in the balance of life but the odds for a mishap seemed to be bursting through the roof. It was when we neared our destination when, one of my fellow beholed yelled to me in the whistling winds " this adventure may turn into an accident soon if he remains on this course".
    This little act made me realize that not anything can be counted as an adventure. It is risk factor of it and the fear to lose is what makes an adventure

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