Of all the emotions I’ve experienced in forty odd years, there are not many more intense than the joy of travelling. Moreover, the sensation doesn’t seem to diminish with age. Maybe it’s getting even reinforced the older we become.

Amazing thing is that the journeys don’t stop just because we reached our destination. They continue as mind trips in a form of memories. And I try to guard them carefully.

I suppose, I drew a rather idyllic picture and I do realize just how personal and subjective all my judgments are. But each journey is a great stimulation, and I love the physical aspect of travelling. And I do believe that they help us see the unseen, plant and nurture new ideas that are just waiting to be engaged with, and, often, leave us better than we were.