“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
Well, Mr. Robert Frost made my work easier because my parents read this poem and let me read it as well. And together, we hailed the gentleman who in four lines, very cleverly, not only praised the abundant beauty of the world but also emphasized the unfrettered passion that lays hidden in a soul to absorb it all before its late.
And thus began my wandering – with family, with friends, with classmates, with colleagues and of course, solo. Is there a purpose to my travels? Yes. To breathe. To get new eyes. To discover new thoughts. To understand existing ones. To become a child. To discover. To let go. To meet myself. To meet life. To be happy.
I don’t exactly keep a travelogue but I like to add a few things to my memory box – like that random stranger who gave us a lift to that kind shopkeeper who returned our lost wallet, like that majestic horse who peered into our photo at the last moment to the joy of speaking a foreign language drawing claps from the locals. Because I usually plan my trips well, I like to go over my stay experiences (temporary abode) so I know what to look forward to next time.
I rummage through them during a rainy day, and the day no longer remains a rainy day. Read about them here if you wish to favorably change the season in your world.