The First Step of the Thousand Steps

I know you want me and You know I want You….

The above line seems to represent the relation of myself with travel.   Oh, for more than past ten years of my life – every new year’s resolution, my deeper wish, want, hunger, desire , cause of  dissatisfaction, irritation was  – being Unable to Travel the Planet Earth. To see planet earth with my own eyes -our World. And still this is the only unchanging longing of mine which teases me every day. 

How I fed this longing was to read the travel books from various travel authors like Jim Rogers ‘Investment Biker ‘ , ‘Adventure Capitalist’, or Tenzing’s Ask Any Old Bloke for Directions: A Biker's Whimsical Journey Across India and many more. Somehow my eyes used to find the movies like the journey of Christopher McCandless  in ‘Into the wild’, Cheryl Strayed 1100 miles journey of  PCT trail in  ‘Wild’, or Ernesto Guevara travel  in ‘Motorcycle Diaries’, or of aspiring artist and street vendor Juli in ‘Im Juli’. What my ears long for was voices of the other states, countries  –that can be music from the tribes in Africa or Andaman’s, Buddhist Chant’s in monasteries ‘om mani padme hum’, or music of sand dunes in Deserts of Rajasthan.

What numbs me is the Horizon - where the Sun meets the earth, it can be on Adyar beach where I sat in the morning at 4AM just by myself -when the sky was black and moonlight shines on dancing  waves and taking mental note of the changing sky in hundred ways or standing on the mountain cliff at Vashno Devi Shrine in the state of Jammu and Kashmir when the Orange Ball of Sun seems so large immerse itself in the mountains,  or sleeping on the hand woven cots laying in open on the top of  sand dunes cliff in the Sam desert of Jaisalmer, Rajasthan where the stars of  all colors like large gems spread  across the sky. In reality I will not be able to write a fraction of  what I saw ,felt  or experienced as I don’t have any clue  how to write about them; the words don’t seems to justify the reality of seeing – something that can only be experienced.

Days, weeks, months, years passed by and I dreamed of starting my journey. Always something seems to fall apart, but something changed on 31^st Dec 2016 night – myself alone sat on the balcony on second floor, watching the people dancing of their roof top with load music. I asked myself – when will my journey begin?

 

 it begins.... And comeback for what took place on 20^th Jan17

 Thanks for reading my story