Highway Stories

"My life. My rules." Aarushi was something like this. "You get in hell just as you show me your back." Satyendra was someone like this. As always, how destiny has their own ways of making, or breaking the couple. This time it's Aarushi and Satyendra. With a twist of crime. But, yet, their journey was Not possible to end together. Let's dive into their life and see how they met.

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With a strong want to travel, Shelby packs a suitcase and drives away in here car. Traveling the United States wasn't something she thought she'd do in the summer before college and neither was picking up a hitch hiker. From there, she grows to learn Keith Jones, a guy who wants to see the world - but first, he has to get across America.

What could possibly go wrong in an overnight bus journey, you ask? A hell lot, I say. This is a narration of my crazy experiences of a bus journey from Delhi to Ajmer. Annoyed at everyone cancelling their plans at the last moment, I decided to travel solo. I left my home determined to utilize my long weekend and got the traveller feel at the first night itself. Destined to trek to Beas Kund with an adventurous group, I somehow ended up as a night rider on National Highway 48. The last bus of the night is leaving, a ticket for you?

I've hauled freight through forty-three states. Driven through blizzards that turned I-80 into a graveyard and monsoons that made the 10 through Arizona look like the bottom of a lake. I've seen the sun rise over the Cascades and set behind the Smokies, and I've talked to God through all of it. I wasn't prepared for what talks back. Mile marker 218, eastbound on I-90 - that dead stretch of Powell County, Montana, where the Deer Lodge Valley opens up and the road goes quiet in a way that has nothing to do with traffic. That's where the thin place is. Where the boundary between what you can see and what you can't wore down to nothing - and something figured out it could board a rig if the driver was empty enough to let it in. I'm not empty. I pray over every mile. So when they climb into my cab, they have to face what they are in the light of something they cannot survive. I didn't ask for this. I'm a trucker. But somebody has to hold this road. My name is Caleb Mace. And on this stretch of highway, the ghosts pay the toll.

ကိုယ္တို႕ဟာ Highwayလမ္းမေပၚက ကားေလးတစ္စီးသာ....