Sometimes you don’t need a reason to travel, it just happens and when such impulsive travel takes place its absolute unadulterated fun. One boring and lazy Saturday afternoon while the sun shone brightly I was busy poring over the books in the library. As my mind wandered out of the windows in the college campus, taking a walk in the lush gardens beside the flowing fountains, I knew I wanted to be anywhere but here.
At that precise moment, the latest junior PG in my department walked up to my table and said “Ma’am you look lost and tired, you should take a break”. I passed a lazy glare at him and said I’ll go take a walk and be back. Walking past the green gardens something in me screamed aloud suddenly and said “Just go where the road takes you“.
The next thing I know was I was riding down the highway on my Honda Activa. While the helmet protected my ears from the breeze, the wind surely didn’t spare my face. It felt awesome, simply awesome. My city, Belgaum has been the bone of contention to the states of Karnataka and Maharashtra. Being, a city lying on the border of these two states, state hopping happens and you don’t even know.
I took the straight road down the highway; at one juncture I realized the need to take a turn just for the fun of it. And that’s what I did…. The road inward headed towards a village and as it twisted and turned to an uphill it also got narrower. Riding along this road was no child’s play, while the bullock carts made their way easily, I sort of struggled to make sure I didn’t cause trouble to the natives. Finally I came across an open field which lined a number of haystacks. The sight was more than pretty and with the sun mellowing down a bit it looked lovely. I parked my Activa at one end and walked towards the haystacks. As I walked towards the edge, I realized I was on top of a hill and right below lay the many villages. The greens in every hue, along with the yellows and ochre made this look just like one of those pretty sceneries that many love to paint.
At the edge
I sat and watched the blue skies, the twittering birds for a while. As the wind blew through my hair I feel more than refreshed. Suddenly I remembered I had to get back to where I belonged. While I longed to stay there and watch the sunset, I also knew I had to head back.
The great gig in the sky
As I rode back to the college campus I realized how lucky the birds were. No boundaries held them from crossing borders and we as human were caught is the tangle of visas and endless paper work! This short little impulsive trip had not just taken me across the border to another state but had also infused a new sense of enthusiasm along with some fresh unadulterated pure in my lungs and more importantly a feeling to explore and travel all those unknown roads.
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