I have always believed that every time you travel, it’s an adventure. Every time I travel I can sense magic in the air (a true Bollywood fan would definitely get this), a desire to learn and unlearn and constant attempt to just be able to blend in the crowd to feel the essence of the place at its core. Our experiences vary every time we travel. The moment you step into a new place; you turn into this sharp observant childlike innocent version of yourself with an inkling to learn. We explore, understand new culture, new lifestyle, ways and reason of dressing, what they eat, why they eat. It’s a learning.
Every trip that I take, whether it’s a trip with family, friends, or a solo trip for that matter, it adds value to my personality, a new perspective, every time changing the way I look at the world. If I take a solo trip or a trip with my friends, my family makes it a point to pretend that they have had a busy day. My non stop talking and narration of stories and culture and relations I make, scares them. And that’s only because that day instead of food, they have to fill their stomachs with my stories.
If I have to share one of my favorite travel adventures it would be my most recent trip to Shanghai, China. As an individual it was a turning point in my life mainly for two reasons; I travelled out of the country and it was also my first solo trip.