Their relationship started during his post graduation days, but like many relationships, it seemed it couldn’t stand the test of time. He felt he hadn’t changed, but she had. These days, she entertained far too many people for him to feel special in the relationship. And that is how his love affair with Goa ended.
until next time, they’re still friends 🙂
All the travelogues, all the travel programming on TV, and all the photos on image sharing platforms- I’ve read them all as messages, but never picked up the bags and set about travelling regularly. Now, i can give operational excuses, but i also know that those are not the real ones. For quite sometime now, I’ve had a block in my head, but could never decipher it myself. And the worst part is that it wasnt always like this. While i’ve never been a travel freak, i’ve never shied away from it either.
It took Nude Ellie to give me an insight into this bug. The first and easiest insight is that i am incredibly lazy. Even that trip might not have happened if it werent official :). And it is perhaps only fitting that it was an office space that gave me a thought.
I’ve realised that travel necessarily means meeting new people. And not just meet, but also see large amounts of humanity that i may not meet, but faces that i know exist. In this case, floors and floors of cubicle farms.
Now this might sound weird to many, but that to me, is a bit like those starlit nights. And while i love staring up at the sky, I’ve slowly built up a revulsion to the other thing that evokes in me a feeling of insignificance, a feeling that i haven’t done anything to be truly special.Ego/ Frustration? Or plain old existential angst?
until next time, wanderbust?