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Travelling influence me to be more courageous, more subtle, to feel the freedom, to make choices, to live dreams. This is the only form of ar which opens me to all other art forms, to learn and to explore with every step. Born and bought up in a multi cultured country I have always been day dreaming to travel the world and to work for social issues. When I first realized how much I love writings I just started putting my efforts to communicate, to discover new genres weather it is in poetry, musing, blogs, story writing or anything else but travel gave me an opportunity to know stories of common people. They are not some social celebrities, they don’t know internet but they very warmly welcome their guests; according to India’s ritual of ‘Atithi Devo Bhava’ which means ‘Guest is God’ which I adore too. Travelling without maps, I found a village near Jodhpur nearby a dry river. Away from concrete buildings, highway roads, vehicle honking and traffic jams there was this place where I was able to listen to laughter of some primary school children and music of leaves coming from the banyan tree right infront of me. As I move forward in search of a place to stay, a mid aged woman patted on my shoulder. I never knew that she will be my landlord for next three days but when she offered me a stay for which I have to help her in daily chores, how could I deny. Being a nomad and walking without maps give you opportunities to feel like home in every corner and it simply drench you with affection of people, you have a different vibe always for every another corner. Her house was as beautiful as her smile and pre-mature wrinkles, walls of small house was decorated by complex and detailed murals. Meals were cooked on chulha (hearth) and Ramabai, my landlord was sweet enough to provide me a room with an amazing view from window. My next morning was early enough to witness sunrise and subtle colours in sky from where I walked to meet farmers and school teachers to know more about village. I did things for which I never created any bucket list, like finding an old library full of regional books and novels which have smell of some another era and yes, the pages were brown just how I loved. I found a cave temple with the help of village buddies and they were all so cheerful all way that it just made me happy, I cooked the most delicious Indian cuisines and learnt local dessert from them. Everyone sat together under a tree and had lunch while talking and laughing, sharing incidents; I felt like family and just in between the conversation I received my friend’s message that tomorrow is a meteor shower and she is going to Dehradun to watch it, I craved for it but slept in regret. Next morning was not as fascinating as it was raining without season, I had a cup of ginger tea and plate of poha and headed back to complete my work. After some hours when sun started shining again like the cynosure I stepped out of house in search of ‘today’s random’ and found a family who were making plates and bowls from leaves for their livelihood. These eco-friendly, light weighted utensils are used in family dinners, get-to-gathers and social functions. I sat and learnt it with them for next 4 hours and helped them in packaging too, it was one of the creative experiences which built focus and accuracy in me yet again. I didn’t felt like sleeping that night so I wrapped myself in a shawl and came out, settled myself on a chair in balcony and stared at night sky like a dead zombie. I absolutely loved the stillness in aura but before I could think of anything else I saw a meteor in crystal clear sky which on first I thought is just my assumption but there they were. Because there were no streetlights and no pollution I was able to sleep under meteor shower, ‘maktub’ that’s what I said.