Days passed, but Aarav couldn't focus on anything else.
The map had taken over his thoughts.
Even while eating, studying, or talking, his mind was somewhere else.
At night, he dreamed of walking unknown paths.
Finally, one early morning, before the sun rose, Aarav made his decision.
He packed a small bag—some dry food, a bottle of water, a blanket, and the map.
His hands trembled.
This was real.
He stood at the door, looking back at his home.
Memories flashed before his eyes—his mother's smile, his father's hard work, his childhood.
Fear filled his heart.
"What if I never come back?" he thought.
But another voice inside him said—
"What if you never go?"
He took a deep breath.
And stepped outside.
The journey had begun.