“Free the heart, and the trapped luscious soul craving to wander, and fly in its majestic manner. Let it explore the wilderness. Love the world”
Traveling is something that I adore, more than my NAKED Palette, my favorite iPhone, my preferred red wine, and everything a girl cuddles in prized possession. Call it my obsession to deal with my past, or maybe a way to escape my anhedonia.
Traveling sparked new horizons to a dark era
I was in a relationship, a toxic bond for nine years. A phase of my life was perfectly under the shadows of violence, abuse, torment, and harassment. As my lucky stars aligned on a particular day, I managed to break free from that bondage.
Over the years and amid the clutter of life, lucky are those who find a partner like Prasanta. Beside loving me, he also lusts exploring new places. And that’s how I probed into places that I could even imagine in my wildest desires.
But fate had its own surprises. My anhedonia was getting worse, with each passing day. I would often envision some magical bewitchment in my life. Spells that would transit me into a lost kingdom filled with butterflies, skylarks, and wild lilies.
Dawn of the desires
It was early autumn. The cherry trees were beginning to bloom. Prasanta insisted to join him on a bike ride to Cherrapunjee (Meghalaya). I agreed. It takes four hours to reach Cherrapunjee from Guwahati.
He accelerated the gears of his Himalayan. In no time we were floating abode of clouds. Abode of my fantasy kingdom where the butterflies were smearing colors to the grey fog and the skylarks, accompanying the sole travelers in the deserted highway.
We stayed at a guesthouse in lower Cherrapunjee. The owner brought us some traditionally made pork fry and pork sausages that we hogged with rice and dal alongside.
Next morning, I woke up at the sluicing sound at a distant. Sleepy-eyed, I toddled toward the back door and saw Prasanta waving at me. The air was inundated with fog. As I walked closer, the gushing sound was growing clear. And so was my curiosity.
After a 10 minutes walk amidst the thick long grasses, a breath-taking view broke my drowsiness. I stood there bedazzled (Ah! I am running short of adjectives). Had Wordsworth or Shakespeare been there instead of me, they would have filled pages of musings in their diaries.
Some things are inexplicable. So was that eye-soothing valley, thronged with wild lilies, and a dancing stream that swayed elegantly, sweeping the pebbles, trying to match rhythms with the butterflies.
As we rode back to the city that evening, I realized, I was inhaling feelings, of joy. I smiled glaring at the age-old tired hills.
“They are still romantic. Nah?”
Oh yes, to the world! To its vastness, to the enormous, and the colossal experiences that rejuvenate, thrills, and heals all the past bruises of the heart.
I, at last, found the key to that magic door. The wings never stayed calm since then. I travel, I listen to people’s stories, good, bad, ugly, grief-stricken, or whatsoever. Feeding my inquisitiveness to explore places made me a storyteller. I travel- to seek my existence, to capture stories, to learn, to depress stress, as a weekend escapade, and to breath happiness.
I travel for me.
The world loves stories. Thus Lufthansa, in an attempt to discover more, gives another chance to love the world.
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