I wish my words can reflect my experience. I always remember a writing from a cafe in Himachal whenever I travel.
"The flashy crumbling streets of the city with its worn out modernity has forced me to the peripheries.
I relocate myself within the greens. Wander around and discover another way of living, one that is not constricted within strict codes of conduct and plasticity.
I travel around to gain and learn things from the edges when the city centers have been so conveniently hidden under job ads and massage parlor memos.
Why I need to escape from Urban Waste? Sick of this important city. people and their sordid routines.
Blue lines on the left. Yellow on the right. Fighting over numbers. Shouting over fares. Queue for railway. Standing up at the damn movies.
The waiting. Among people and their inane dailies.
Newspapers and their whore stories. Bloodshed over money. Rats race for moved cheese. So much to be fed. So much for a night sleep.
Fake arcades of power. Monuments of human error. And time holding fools in high strung. Some collapse. Some bear the pain. Some with tea cups. Some with shot guns to head. This important city.
Relocate yourself away live as you please. Weird as they might see you, laugh they might at you.
In the end, all that matters is you, so be you"- Anonymous traveler
This is something that's very close to me. It reminds me of why I travel, why I need to get away from the city to relocate myself far away though it might be for a short time. I want to drive through beautiful mountains mesmerised by the sheer beauty of nature and become a wonderstruck kid.