Tuesday 28 February 2017

Belated memories!

I know this sounds extremely cliched, but I have traveled with my parents since I was a child and today its a full blown yearning almost every few weeks! It was a yearly ritual and it was possibly about the different food we got to eat but also about the sights we saw. Now my memory fails me when I try to remember the exact thing we did or place we saw, but there are some weird memories attached to almost all the trips we took. There was the one time when we went to Mount Abu and I remember that place specifically because I slept on my dad's lap in the bus enroute to Mount Abu and it got exceedingly cold as we got closer to it. Then I remember searching for food and all we got was a dingy little place at the roadside. I vividly remember as we sat amongst truck drivers and helpers and such and ate the tastiest Dal Baati with oodles of Ghee there!

Every trip of ours inculcated within us the idea of unity in diversity in India. It sounds such a text book phrase, but when you travel you learn to adapt and accept all the differences. That was the most important lesson we learnt. Since then ( my entire family - including my parents, my brother and me) we have traveled both within India and abroad. Me and my brother did it alone or with friends and my parents still travel together. We have tried our best to keep these memories intact with photographs. Earlier ones through a physical camera roll and negatives and then developing those into prints. Now we have our Point and shoot, and SLR digital cameras! I do have scanned copies of one of our older albums too from our first trip to Ooty!



This is just my way of introduction into writing about what I remember about my travel journeys thus far.

P.S: I finally bought a backpack for traveling

Richa