This happens to most of us.
We want to go somewhere; we shortlist a place based on time, budget and convenience. Then we do research, we read up about the place; we watch reels about the place; we talk our friends who have visited that place and make a list of all the things we want to do and all the places we want to see.
Tag: travel essay
How Two Solo Trips Changed My Understanding of Home Forever
Home. A word that can feel both familiar and elusive at the same time. A shelter and a longing. A necessity and a dream.
Where is home? It’s a question I’ve asked myself at different points in my life. Is it the place where I grew up? Is it the place that gave me wings to fly high? Or is it in the mountains, where I feel strangely calm?
Darjeeling, This Is Not How I Wanted to Visit You
As we stepped out of Bagdogra airport, the cold breeze reminded me that the mountains were close by. This would usually excite me, but this time there was a strange knot lurking in my chest. I had decided to be here, but suddenly I was unsure about this decision.
This was my first visit to Darjeeling, but this was not how I wanted it to be.
I am a wanderer, not a traveller
Travel for me is like looking at life in a place through binoculars. You see everything close enough, yet you have a certain objective distance from it.
It has its pros and cons. You get to see only what you want to see, and the first impression is usually the one that sticks with you.
And that happens both ways. The way we judge a place and the people there – vice versa, the way the people there judge us.