Travelling solo was a gift for me from my father. At the age of 13 I used to travel a 1000 km to reach my hostel I was being moved to.
If you ask me, travelling give me thrills but at the same time peace. Abreast of my life travelling has become a part of me. At the age of 18 I just used to take my scooter and leave in search of the untouchable spots that the normal being would have thought about in going. I would just Rome around for hours there and lure for if I could just stay there forever.
Let me ask you one question,” How often do you travel around spaces between your social and normal being”?
Some of the people ask me often that how much does it costs you? In response I would just say how much does it costs you not to travel? Sometimes I speak to myself asking things about the drifting relations, that what could it be? According to the lifestyle that we are living in everyone is running for their breads, fighting cats and dogs to live behind the fake curtains of luxury.
I would just walk near those silent banks of simplicity and sketch the untouched thoughts of humanity. Ones I met a person, hours of long talks about life he said me “The Sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the ‘Living Infinite…”.

Those silent shores would talk tears of loneliness & prosperity of nature. Grabbing those fragment of winds that flew me through the breath taking landscapes of nature. It would take me around an hour to reach my desired destination. On my way I would find many places to adore with lushness green miracles of nature. I remember visiting that one “shani temple” where people would enchant the rhymes of faith. I would stop at the hawker’s place to grab some bites of sweetness. I never wanted those roads to end and just want to travel alongside that beautiful scenery.
It always used to be Sunday’s that I would travel. When children were searching for coaching to enroll in I just use to sit near those silent shores and dream.