Rocks and tarmac to the destination

by Gowri Shankar M (India)

A leap into the unknown India

I would have to begin with a own motivational saying - If you wanna achieve success learn to survive alone. It wasn't days or years back until I realized I'm more fascinated about travelling , the facts that shook me out of the box was , I loved travelling alone , liked being to be different , likes and dislikes not matching with other fellow human beings. It turned out to be a situation that was fed to me as a cruel human with the selfish attitude. Well humans are all selfish in natural it's just the line of misconception that can tell who you really are and what you are meant to perform. On a lazy Sunday evening I was cozy with the warmth of my bed when suddenly I realized what would happen if life would become uncertain the next moment? I kept on wondering and started to pack my backpack with the essentials of a book ( the secret by Rhonda Byrne) , a Bluetooth speaker and some cookies and a water bottle, Further I dressed up in my riding jacket and came out had an imaginary conversation with my so called pacemaker " Motorcycle " it replied me with a bright grin " What's up buddy where do you wanna go ? " I took it out for a spin to the mountains at an evening time when everyone else in the town was starting to shut their routine life and going back to shelter. When I reached the destination I intended to travel a little more lesser and started witnessing wavelengths of air around my " Crown of safety " the fresh eucalyptus leaves , the fog that is witnessed right in front of my eyes. I parked the bike for a timespan of 10 minutes and witnessed some good nature and took out my another moment saving device " The mobile phone " took lots of photos that can be cherished once I look at it after days or even years or even in my last days of survival , I reached a point where I found a view point of all the bright light that lightened the city, Even thousands of dollars or euros or rupees cannot compensate that exact feeling of having an heart-soothing rythmic feeling of your heartbeat with that of the nature. After finding a spot I sat along and heared 1 song that and read 1 page of the book I took along with me and it gave me immense joy and happiness and peace that no others actions could have done. When it was time for me to move along I made a decision to have a cup of tea with the cookies I bought along and communicate with the local people and their routine in this climatic conditions and the fear of wild animals , it gave me a feeling of goosebumps that can be felt only at that second and cannot be repeated again with the same levels of astonishment and excitement. By now I had my cup of tea and done with the interactions with the local people around the area , I started my travel towards my home sweet home where my parents would be waiting for me in the feelings of fear, eager, desperation. I've decided by then I make my return worthful by stop at two or more pitstops for a cup of tea and enjoying the moments of silence of the nature and the sipping sound of the hot tea in the lips of mine. I reached home by late night and was totally out of control about the day trip and I had mixed feelings of "The expression of life in social media" I was not a fan of expressing my life in social media , I do always prefer showcasing the pictures of beauty that I felt during the travel and letting other people to see it was the only motive. Then and there I would cherish the travel moments and rejuvenate myself from the existing chaos in the normal routine life , especially in a country where A person's knowledge and acceptance is based upon the only one thing that plays a major role it's called "Money" - I would have to end this story saying " Make Life Worthful " -