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"But I've been there before!" I thought as soon as I read the circular for our National Tour. We were gonna go to Hyderabad. I have to been to Hyderabad for a school trip, for 12th farewell and now this , again. "I am going to do something different this time." I was determined as I put away my phone. The day of departure has arrived, very drowsily, its 4 am in the morning, I am not happy. Well, atleast I can sleep in the train. Apparently not, because all my friends who have not been to Hyderabad are excited. I didn't even realize when I dozed off. It was about 12 when I woke up and I was in the train with everyone laughing, sharing Frooti, eating chips and sweets and playing cards and everything. I joined in a had my fun for the ride. We checked in to the hotel and as soon as we were don't changing, we left for Lumbini Park. The place was great for photos, so all my friends were busy doing that. I am not very photogenic myself, so I just sat on the lush green grass taking the wind dramatically on my face. I saw another lady and her girl sitting on the grass and having their lunches. They looked so happy. The girl was laughing and her mom was laughing. I felt warm inside. It felt like a warm embrace. But she started crying for some reason suddenly, I felt bad. I tried to make her laugh from a distance, but to no avail. I am actually a really antisocial person, but this time my body moved on its own. I asked her mother, "Kya hua?" And she just got really defensive for some reason. "And that's why we don't talk to people." My mind said inside but I was determined. "I just asked her if anything was wrong, and this decent looking, working mother just got defensive for a tourist? That's when the girl said while sobbing, "Mummy can't hear anything. She don't know what you saying." I was pretty startled. I sign a little as well, in addition to the other languages that I speak. I asked the child what she wanted and she told me she wanted some chocolates and stuff, and as she went on with the wishlist, I signed away as until the kid had won and she had gotten her chocolate. I didn't realize how much it meant to the lady to be able to communicate with a stranger freely, until while I was going, she hugged me and almost cried. She signed, "Thank you for today. I will never forget you." It put a more genuine smile on my face than anyone else ever had, including all my friends and family. I think that's what we all want, a connection. We all want to find someone while hiding behind a mask. We all want someone true, but nobody is ready to shed that mask of filters of "Society Demands" from our heads. We all want the same thing, but none of us want to be genuine to one another, to be hated or liked for who we are, what we are. We need to realize that a connection is formed between two people who actually exist. There are some people who will not like us that much without the mask, but I'm sure that we will like ourselves so much more without the mask.