The After Effect
My somnolence is disturbed as my flight does a touchdown on Mumbai Domestic Airport. I am finally home! (Or am I?) I adjust my bag pack which suddenly seems quite heavy. Maybe it’s carrying the weight of my gloom as well, I thought! I get home, a quick chat with my parents is followed by unpacking. Flashbacks playing in the memory theater as each garment reminds me of a place; a place where I felt indestructible. Thanks to the 6 hour wait on the airport followed by a 2 hour flight, my mind is too exhausted to process any more thoughts and I fall asleep.
The following day I am dragged to a family function where I burst into tears as my relatives don’t stop talking (FYI, I was born a bohri muslim - I debate with the fact that I was born human, but yea, let’s not get into that. Our community originated in Gujarat and hence we talk in a pitch that’s blasphemous to monks)
So, why the sudden outburst? Why did I, a person who has quite a reputation for talking A LOT feel uncomfortable with people chattering around me? Well, maybe what follows might help you figure out the answer!
The idea of a solo trip is really fascinating, isn’t it? For a wannabe traveler like me, it was the ultimate dream. Though when I thought about it realistically, I figured I’m too raw for a solo trip yet! “No let’s go in April na, I can take leaves then.”, “Arey, it’s my boyfriend’s birthday that weekend, can we push it.”, “Okay, I’m in, but…….” I knew this was to follow if I asked my friends to come along. Somewhere deep down, I wanted to go alone so I might’ve (read: purposefully) made this stuff up in my head, who knows? A Facebook post on a trip to Parvati Valley organized by a trek group and I found my grey area. A solo-yet-not-so-solo-trip! So let’s cut to the chase and get back to answering the above question.