My thoughts gather momentum when I am on move. It is far easier to drive with wandering thoughts rather than concentrating on steering.  The jerk with which a train starts or the place takes off provides the signal. For me, it is a signal to my body and mind that for the time being I am going to leave this world behind. Of course I haven’t travelled to space yet but leaving behind my routine life, people and their company itself is a relief. To live my life without near permanent elements gives me a feeling of freshness. All travellers know this, the very idea of travel itself is exciting because it offers a new, unexplored adventure.

At the age of 16 when I started wandering I set a target for myself: to travel the length and breadth of this country. The amazing thing is how your childhood dreams come true. As a kid I often dreamt of travelling alone, carrying my bags, visiting new places, seeing new faces. Of course that was a dream as no one in my family shared the passion for travel. I waited impatiently till I turned 16, reminding myself every single week my passion and fantasy and then I got a chance to break free. I was packed and sent to boarding. I was way too eager to leave home, to be honest.

My life gains a meaning, heart grows younger and body feels refreshed with this simple idea of roaming. Whats the big deal? It is, ask those who share this passion, laid-back ones will never understand, like my mom. My dad has practically stopped asking me where I am going and when I’ll be back. He has pretty much accepted the situation. Mom as usual, used to put forward lots of questions but I have learnt to bear with them. That was before I got hooked, husband is still trying to adjust.