A Journey to Myself




This summer vacation, as it was coming to an end, my heart felt heavy. I needed some time alone — something I couldn’t get at home because of the constant noise and activity.

So, I packed two bags, told my parents that I was going on a trip with friends and would be back in 4-5 days. I knew they wouldn’t let me go alone because of my careless nature. I had no train reservation, no hotel booking, and no plan. Still, I left for Bhopal, bought a general ticket to Thiruvananthapuram, and managed to enter the sleeper coach by giving some money to the TTE. Sadly, I have to stand for whole day as coach was packed with passangers.

It was my first time in South India. The language was different, and I couldn’t understand much. But these five days became some of the best days of my life.

People often say that you can’t travel alone. But I think you’re never really alone. The chaiwala bhaiya, the kind lady on the bus who explained the railway station, the naughty child who called me “uncle” — they were all with me in some way.

This trip was not just about places. It was about discovering myself.
It was a journey where I truly met me.

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