Travel, there is no proper definition for travel, it has always been different for different people, like for somebody may be it is to explore the underwater life, for somebody it might be looking at the world through a camera, for somebody it might be breathing different aura at different places, for somebody it might be enjoying the immense white beauty of mountains, for somebody it might be exploring the wild, for somebody it might be meditating, with the immense beauty of nature, and these pages are too tiny to pour your heart over it, which is full of travel and imagination.
For me travel is like a drug, that rules over my heart, to discover places, take various adventures, risking life, experiencing tragic holidays, getting travel tattoos, collecting souvenirs, writing about travel, talking about it, sharing my stories with people. Travel is like meditation, you keep on meditating more and more over this drug, and it gives you life instead of death.
This world is an amazing place, full of wonders, mountains, snow, water, air, sand, animals, plants, land, valleys, humans, such different, beautiful and mesmerizing phenomena, around us, and we still don’t see it.
Let’s talk about it,
The mountains, the Himalayas, what a scenic beauty it would be to be there, walking on a huge white mountain; challenging you to climb it, in that chilly weather, having some great time of your life, around a campfire enjoying that mix weather, gazing at the peak thinking how beautiful the world would be from there, but for that you got to get up and climb the mountain.