Chapter One: The beginning of Infinite Wayfare.
26 February, 2017
I’m sitting on my big red bean bag, watching the sun rays cautiously entering my room through the narrow window slit. The beam falls indistinctly on my legs. One by one. I’m smiling, not knowing why. May be it’s the extra pinch of crushed ginger in my chai. Or maybe I’m liking the way my nail paint sparkles through the beam of fallen rays. It’s almost distracting. I curl my toes an ickle to let the flicker play. Ha Ha! It shines.
Oh wait! That’s not why we’re here.
I’ve woken up today, almost determined to tell you my intentions of being here. You and me, right here. Why?
There comes a day in a 20-something year old Indian’s life when the B.tech degree starts taking a toll and “Passion” moonwalks into the scene like a boss. To be honest, I’m no different. In fact I’m that ordinary small towner who did her engineering halfheartedly and had absolutely no plans for MBA. Enough already.
Instead while I was trying hard to tackle with teen-life and semi-adult-life crisis, I magically discovered that one thing which rescued me time and again.
FLASHBACK: November, 2012.
Seems like many moons back, when I had to bear the consequences of my first heartbreak. Amidst the excruciating pain and ruckus it had left me with, I was fine. Not happy, just fine.
So one fine day on my way back home, dad calls me up to discuss some plans. Ok Dad!
“WE ARE GOING TO EUROPE”, he announced casually, with glittering eyes. How he managed that state, I don’t know.
I still remember the blood rush in my head. It may sound normal to you but it was fireworks in there.
That trip: Indescribable, but I’ll try.
~ The moment I saw the Eiffel Tower for real, twinkling by the night sky.
~ The time when I touched snow for the first time and got my hands numb for hours.
~ The misty November evening walks on the streets of Switzerland.
~ The day I roamed around in Venice with a gelato in one hand, infatuated by the canals and gondolas.
~ Swiss Alps. Coffee. Confectionery. Zero degree survival. It was madness.
I found love again. Although I had also secretly developed a crush on our tall and dreamy Portuguese chauffeur. Absolutely smitten, I used my free time to blankly stare at him and stupidly smile at his broken Portuguese-accented English. *Sigh*
There was this one realization that happened on this trip… One day, while I stood up on the 2nd floor deck of the Eiffel tower, I looked around.It was zero degrees with heavy winds up there. I was trying to battle the foggy haze. As my hands were numb and body started shivering, I walked till the edge and I held the bar as tight as I could. But there I stood for a while, eyes closed. I let the wild winds gush against my body, touch me and in a way heal me (?). And that’s what it perhaps it did.There was a feeling of attainment that came naturally. I felt high on happiness.
I was just a tourist, you know. But I craved for more. SO.MUCH.MORE.
I moved in to a new city, clueless with zero acquaintance. I thought of giving loneliness a chance but after a month of gloomy life, I started looking for refuge. Desperately!
But who knew, the mountains of the Western Ghats would come to my rescue one fine stormy day?
Yes.I found a mountain to climb besides surpassing waterfalls, muddy paths, heavy rain and a whole lot of leeches.It was weird how the cloudburst made the ascend so grinding yet so darn beautiful.
I never knew I had it in me, the courage. And at the top, there was a Deja vu of familiar feelings rushing back. I, yet again, felt accomplished.
That’s exactly when I realized, when a strange land called me close, it wiped my anguish away. Each time it had my cape laundered and got me ready for soaring heights.
With each trip, I learn something so extraordinary about myself and the world, it blows my mind. I gather courage and hopes from people I meet, I learn and unlearn, find familiar in the unfamiliar. I laugh, cry, fear and fight along the way but in the end, I RISE.
It’s intoxicating. The Art of Travel.
I’m never looking back again. And what I’m looking for and what I find shall all be here.
Welcome to my blog.
I promise you good times.