“No matter how much I earn or how much I learn, I know I want to see the whole world before I die.”
That’s an urge that has gotten into me since I can’t even remember. But, every time I talk about my love for travel, I can’t miss but mention my Parents. I hear ‘travelling’, and I can only remember several trips throughout the country with them. Like that’s my primary and most prolonged memory of it all.
From Jammu to Kanyakumari; from Gujarat to Sikkim, we had covered most of this beautiful country by the time I went to college. Every summer or winter vacation we would find ourselves exploring a new destination. I never discussed with them if travelling is their passion, or all they planned were just some vacations. But those regular yet delightful journeys have probably been my source of wanderlust, is what I can imagine.
Unknowingly so, through those casual yet exciting holidays something kept seeping in inside me. Barely did I realize, it had deep rooted itself. It’s like they had sown a seed within me. A seed of travelling. A passion for exploring.
And here I am, an eager ‘vacationer’, who has to get out into the world every few months; to feed the seed that’s been sown. To continue the journey.
With every destination, I can imagine that seed maturing. Growing into a tree that gets bigger; with its branches spreading wider. As wide as I can travel and take it – only to see it covering the entire world, by the time I’m done!
And now that I find myself gazing at several things to be checked on my bucket list, I can’t stop but think of two, two very important ones– To travel everywhere (with them), and To write about it.
– On a journey that will go on until it has seen it all.
~ suchita@mylifediariez ~