Yesterday sharp at 8:30 began the weekly travel chat #TravelIST. I had been repeatedly missing it for the last couple of weeks. I was still late and had missed almost half of it and around first three questions.
I am here! I am here! Very late but made it! @bijoyv and @Living_Escaping did I miss a lot? #TravelIST
@richa_singh @bijoyv @Living_Escaping just 3 questions.. but u can catch up 🙂 #TravelIST
@richa_singh An awful lot. Some lesbian stories, loo stories, etc. We’re kicking ass on #TravelIST today! But join in! @Living_Escaping
@richa_singh @bijoyv Welcome!!! Was wondering when we’d see you #TravelIST
@richa_singh @bijoyv @Living_Escaping So late, little girl 🙂 #TravelIST
Well you get the gist right? Yes everyone was missing me 😀 Now moving on.
Rushing happily through the next two questions we arrived at question 6 .
Q6 is here! How has a travel experience challenged your idea of conventional romance? #TravelIST
It was the question itself which did something to me. I could not hold myself back. Perhaps something she had asked had been in my mind for a while. Something I wanted to speak. Somewhere the idea had germinated and now had got a chance to believe.
These were my three answers to the question.
It was like a Pandora’s box. I thought all night, all day and still had more to think. Why had I never penned down my thoughts on this before. I have no idea. I do know that I almost never chronicle my travels. Something which I am most definitely going to try this year more and more.
Moving on again, I told you right at the start. This is going to be a very confusing post.
I know it is a sadistic way of seeing life but when I am away from home, I miss it and when I am back I miss the feeling of missing it.
But then the idea is romance here. It is romance which makes me think more today. The thought of being away from home and missing it is one but the thought of being away from home and being with only that one person who matters is another.
Of stopping somewhere in the middle of everything and realising your home is exactly where he is. It is the place you two are holding hands together, it is the chai you are sharing in that cold, it is that beach where the waters have reached upto your knees it is that sunset over the hills you see.
For me the idea of traveling with my loved ones to distances far and wide is love this Valentine. It is the idea of experiencing the varied colors of life together that is romance. And yes the union of two hearts underneath the wide sky, home.
Traveling makes you tolerant, it makes you see another man’s another life’s perspective with compassion and yes in process learning to speak the language of passion and love is a natural outcome.
This year I celebrated this wonderful thought on Valentine’s day with my fellow bloggers. Read them too at Write Tribe’s language of love
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