My Travel Confessions !
Travelling
is like leaving your trails behind, a way to remember what (beautiful) moments
you lived. I recently headed Daaman expecting snowfall with five of my friends.
With Chest Infection in the process of being recovered, you wouldn't expect
your mom to permit you to travel in a freezing place. You do not feel well; you
are taking antibiotics for like more than one month, and your doctor has
strictly warned you to stay away from cold. In this situation, can you resist
the temptation to go out and travel wild with best of your friends? You sure
can, can't you? Yes, I can understand the feeling, the same happened with me.
I
said I will be out for a two day conference, yes I know it was not a very
bright thing to do, sorry Mom! At 6 in the morning, I packed my bag, kept an
extra pair of trousers and stepped out of my house praying that nothing goes wrong.
It was dark and I was covered with all-dark cloths. The only part that was
uncovered was my left eye. I was sure any vehicle with broken headlights would
hit me today. Gosh! I was lucky, no vehicles with broken headlights but a Micro
Bus went so close by me that I had a mini heart attack. I met my friend Bunu on
the way and we went towards Micro stand. The Micro was almost about to leave
when we cried "Micro" "Micro" and ran towards it. In the
hurry my mind forgot that I am supposed to keep my head down while entering
into a Micro and Bang!
