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How often do you visit the same place, yet discover the divergent changes and get surprised by still it being the same beauty? Well, I have been visiting Konkan, the Coastal area of Maharashtra, since birth as it is my hometown. Every time I go there to my granny's house, I find a very peaceful yet a very intense connection of my mind with those hills, those beaches, those greeneries. All the time when I get lost in that divine creation of nature, I find myself to be complete, there, I talk to myself, listen to my heart and provide rest to the brain for a while. Every journey gives you a different memory, but visiting the same place over and over, and yet getting to make a new memory is fun, is crazy, is amazing. In this never endings wonders of the world, travelling and exploring seems like the divinity. Those unsaid, unheard, unseen localities, when are treasured, explains why and how this creation would have been done. Nomads, who exist like a bombshell, creating numerous stories in the same lifestyle and exhibiting those tales, to the rover's is like the simplest form of penning the words, to create fictions. Giving myself the chance to letting know the tribes and living with them, was something that supposed to happen, to let the writer in me open the doors of something that's been locked for the time. After trying various cuisines, the local food that I have there, all the time, is something any foodie would ever crave for. That taste of granny's hands and also of the local people, is like feeling the heaven through the cuisine. That life, that routine life, is never hectic, no one there wishes for it to end, no one there is craving for attention and no one there is separate. They all are connected, they all are one, they all are meant to live the most simplest serene lifestyle. There's no pollution, there's no traffic, there's no honking, there's just peace, complete peace. There are seen those stars, felt those breezes of weather, the clear is the sun and moon is not always hidden either. There's the culture, maintained, sustained for a long while, without questioning, without doubting. Women are still dropped in sarees carrying the same grace, and men are still covered in dhotis and Kurtis creating the same respect. Every festival is enjoyed, with colours, local sweets and food, by worshipping the idol they all believe the most in. English is as fluent as their mother tongue, not ashamed to speak their own language but proud enough to know be capable to speak a foreign language. Even today respect and care has the same demand, but is far, far way, different than what we see in our cities. Things we know as restrictions are noted as tradition, bonding we all crave for, is naturally accepted there. Relationships ain't any kind of burden as they've got their own ways of making things happen and sticking back to those promises for a real long time. When we let ourselves see beyond our comfort zones and give ourselves a chance to explore it, we literally will be able to observe the distinct, neat, surreal, shadows in the dark and the dew. For sometime in our lives we must go beyond our limitations to see the same place in different way, to get the new story every time you visit that same old locality and sense the depth of it, and accept the morality that has been maintained over ages.