Silent Roads

Silent Roads

The engine hummed softly as Maya pressed her foot against the accelerator, the road unfurling like a ribbon before her. The mountains towered ahead, painted in shades of dawn, inviting her into their silent embrace.

She hadn’t planned this trip. It was an impulsive decision—a way to escape the noise of her life, the constant chatter of expectations and doubts. Alone with her thoughts and the open road, Maya felt both nervous and strangely free.

As miles slipped by, the hum of the engine became a meditation, and the scenery whispered stories only she could hear. The crisp mountain air filled her lungs, calming the storm inside.

She stopped at a quiet overlook, stepping out to breathe in the stillness. Around her, nature was alive and patient, untouched by the rush of the world.

With every turn, Maya felt layers of anxiety peel away. The silence was not emptiness—it was a space for healing.

At night, beneath a sky strewn with stars, she wrote in her journal—thoughts she had buried under deadlines and worries.

By the time she returned home, Maya realized the journey was more than miles traveled. It was a path back to herself, a silent road leading to peace.