“Travelling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.”
I was five years old when I went on my first trip to Darjeeling with my parents. Higher studies and corporate stints made me a resident of cities like Delhi, Bangalore, and Mysore. This was also the period when I traveled with my gang of girls to places like Chennai, Pondicherry, and Ooty and groups of friends to Pune, Khandala, Lonavala, Panchgani, Mahabaleshwar, Ahmedabad, Agra, and Goa. Once I discovered that I was essentially a nomad at heart, my solo trips took me to Hyderabad, Mumbai, Mangalore, Coorg, Madikeri, and Chickmagalur.
When T and I got married in 2011, it was a delight to discover that we shared the same enthusiasm for travel. Munnar was the first place that we visited as a married couple. Unfortunately, I lost my mother in the same year and life came to a stand-still. In 2012, an impromptu road trip from Trivandrum to Varkala and Kanyakumari helped me get a grip on my life again. Together we managed to visit Thekkady, Periyar, Alleppey, Athirapally, Cochin, Wayanad, Goa, Coimbatore, and Kodaikanal. If writing helped me cope up with my mother’s loss, traveling gave me the reason to live.
Three years back after my son was born, the trips became more planned and less on an impulse. From Goa and Mumbai in Central India, Mandarmani, Tajpur, Shankarpur, and Digha in the East, Delhi and Noida in the North to Guwahati, Shillong, and Cherrapunji in the North East, the three of us have explored both the tranquility of nature, humdrum of the city, sea and mountains alike.
While making the blogging resolutions for 2019, I had chosen the theme of ‘A little more’. Realizing that my father and in-laws are getting older, my travel plans are not just about seeking new destinations anymore. In fact, it has more to do with traveling back to our native Berhampore (Bengal) for special occasions and taking a trip together to places unanimously decided by the five of us. Last Jan, it was Mandarmani and this year we are all excitedly waiting for the family trip to Puri in Odisha.
We had made a conscious choice to revisit a few cities like Delhi and Mumbai with the toddler to relive our past moments. Mysore holds an extremely special heart in our lives for having been a witness to memorable and traumatic moments alike. This year, we plan to take a trip down memory lane in Mysore with the toddler in tow. The last holiday will be to an unexplored destination (mostly in North East) and I am trying to make it a reunion trip of our closest friends.
Traveling has been the oxygen for my soul and helped me create magical moments. It made me independent and opened my mind to new things. Today I aspire to pass on the same love for exploring the world to my son for him to create his own memories.
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