Change..the inevitable

People change, things change, places change. I have changed a lot over the years, no one will believe it and even I don’t like to believe it but it’s a fact. Years back when I just stepped in my teens I was an enthusiastic traveller. All I would do is to look at dates...if it’s a holiday it’s for me. Never gave a second thought if tickets will be available or not, hotel booking is there or not, even friends are free or not. I used to have a black shoulder bag, big enough to engulf all my necessary items and small enough to be managed alone. Bag was always kept ready with bare minimum things in it so that if I had to leave in haste, I should not forget anything. That bag remained my companion for years along with a second hand camera whose model or make I don’t remember. I was a little above teenager and was not entitled for a brand new camera, no one in family ever had a hobby like mine and as often happens with strict moms, my love was considered frivolous by her. Things are very different now, I can’t step out until and unless my tickets are not confirmed. My experience in Kanyakumari made me to mend my ways; one can’t expect to arrange a room there if single. They gave me a reason: single person tend to commit suicide, I don’t know if that was real or just for fun. That mid December night made me mend my ways. So now everything has to be fixed before the voyage begins. No more adventures as far as planning is concerned. Poor black bag was dumped a few years back, camera is still lying unrepaired in some corner and as for me..I am trying to measure a corner.