The Journey is what matters....

To travel, to experience and learn: that is to live.” — Nepalese mountaineer Tenzing Norgay 

Ever since my childhood, I was lucky enough to have imbibed the travel bug from my parents. It was always exciting to see a new place. As a child, the most exciting part of travelling was trying out different types of food. I still have faint memories of my first trip with my grandmother sometime between 1978-1980 to the southern tip of India, to the historical city of Kanyakumari or Cape Comorin as named by the British.

 Thereafter I travelled to Delhi and Agra with my father. My father being a teacher, knew how to get the attention of a young child. I would listen to him in awe.          You could almost visualize the historical characters in front of you as he narrated. Today I thank his stories for my high History grades in school. My father always encouraged us to be curious and appreciate everything new that we came across. As we grew, many more travels happened both nationally and internationally.        But according to me, there is no charm in the air travels of today. I always preferred train travel over other modes. Travelling by train especially in India, you got to meet different people from different regions and cultures. There is so much to learn and imbibe from these journeys. The destination was not exciting anymore for me it was rather the journey. When after a long time I got to see this picture from my co-contributor, Mrs Epsita Ganguly Sikdar, it rekindled the old memories. Memories of a simple life and a simple journey. Each of those journeys was an experience in itself, to learn and live in that moment for all eternity. In this picture, the destination is not important. What is more enjoyable is the fresh air and the clear blue skies to say the least. Thank You, Epsita for sharing this lovely photograph. 

Picture Credits: Epsita Ganguly Sikdar