I wish I could have a more meaningful reason why I like taking the stairs instead of the escalator. “I got into an accident when I was a kid. I got stuck on one of the steps.” Trauma or an accident would’ve sufficed. But no, It’s not that. I guess I just like walking. I tell myself it’s good exercise. Yes, it’s true but more than that, there’s something exhilarating about walking, about getting to drag my feet, one after the other. That feeling of movement which eventually turns into a certain kind of calmness, of stability. When I walk, I get to clear my mind. Although I do get to think of the most random stuff, the noise in my head lowers down to a hush. When I move, I feel like I am one with the world.