A Quiet Escape Within the City Limits

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

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There’s a small corner of my city that most people pass without a second glance. No grand signboards, no trendy cafés, no tall glass buildings reflecting the sun. Just a quiet lane, lined with old banyan trees whose roots twist into the earth like stories waiting to be told. That lane leads to my favorite place—the riverside walk.

I discovered it by accident once, on a day when everything felt a little too loud. The honking cars, the buzzing phone, even my own thoughts seemed to echo in a way I couldn’t escape. I remember taking a random left turn, simply hoping for a moment of stillness. And there it was:
the river flowing gently, like a ribbon of silver weaving through the city’s chaos.

Every time I visit, the place feels different—sometimes warm with sunlight dancing on the water, sometimes wrapped in a quiet mist that makes the whole city seem to pause. But the feeling it gives me is always the same: I can breathe here.

There’s an old bench right at the edge, slightly wobbly, painted in faded blue. That’s where I sit with a cup of tea from the nearby stall. The tea has more ginger than necessary, and honestly, that’s the charm. I watch the water move, listen to the birds gossip on the branches, and let the world slow down.

People think you need fancy destinations to feel something magical. But sometimes, the most ordinary places hold the most extraordinary comfort.

For me, the riverside isn’t just a favorite place.
It’s where my thoughts unclutter.
Where ideas whisper.
Where stories begin.

And perhaps that’s why I go back again and again—
not to escape the city, but to fall in love with it all over again.

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