I am no nomad. But given the passion I have, I never miss a chance to travel. Last year, I happened to grab one such chance. When my family was planning a holy trip to Shirdi in Maharastra, I was busy searching the hill stations we could visit after all the religious visits to temples in and around Shirdi is done. Lonavala and Khandala were shortlisted. My excitement knew no bounds.
After 15 days, we were on the roads from Shirdi to Lonavala. The weather was cold with frequent drizzling. I turned on the softest music to blend perfectly with the cold breeze that blew through my face, whispering in my ears and sinking into my heart.
" Destinations matter but little,
as long as you are in the right direction,
Live the journey and let it live you!"
( That is the best part about traveling! Realisations and quotes strike hard, or you can say your soul starts talking to you.)
As we went on the wavy courses, I could see the hills. like a green giant, it stood there, looking over the farmers watering the fields, smiling at the waves of the leaves hanging on the wild trees, and having a talk with the clouds above. Now the wavy paths came to an end and the circular paths began. Round and round up the hill we went seeing every little species that the hill is a habitat for. We saw the tiny water streams that run down the hill, maybe they wanted to be too mainstream. Individualism you see!