My last travel was to Dudhsagar (Sea of Milk) waterfalls, in the month of July. Post that, I plunged into my first solo sojourns to a village interiors of Maharashtra and on the borders of Gujarat state in India. I wouldn’t really call it a travel, as it was just a weekend escape. It’s been closer to a month that I am cooling my heels off in the four walls of my home. And to be quite honest, it’s been upsetting me.
I have a trip planned to Coorg, or what is popularly known as the ‘Scotland of India’, this weekend. If all goes well, before you know it, I would be off on a flight to this coffee state. Unfortunately, my friends have got some last minute work challenges and my budget’s on a toss, if even one of them cancels the trip. To top it over all, my own health has put me in a corner, posing a question mark to all that’s on mind. To keep my mind busy with something productive, I started researching online about various travel opportunities that could present themselves to me. I came across a volunteering opportunity at Norway Hosteling International. The opportunity would allow me to volunteer at the hostels across the country for about six weeks to six months.from 6
At such times, I can’t help wonder whether what we do, the way we live makes any sense. It’s one of those days, when I can’t help but feel gloomy, chained by own thoughts. What’s the need of restricting myself to my cubicle, while I know that life is waiting to happen somewhere else. Are we missing on something more beautiful, because we are stuck with something less meaningful?
Is it time about, that I took the next step in my dream to lead the perfect nomadic life?
Singing off, in the wake of realizing that perhaps all is not lost. And maybe I am just on my way to my very next adventure….
Image courtesy– Kapil Madaan