A Rainy Day

Just another rainy day was that. It was raining too badly. News flashes about water-logging, train service disruptions, traffic jams; all as a prelude to a day when I had to travel a lot and do a number of things, all of which were essential and could not be postponed.

I waited for the bus to arrive. It was half an hour since I had reached the bus stop but there were no signs that the bus would arrive on time. I began noticing some people, some actions, some trees, some ripples on the street, which was a definite sign that it was a good time to click. I rushed back home, picked up my camera, and came back to the bus stop. It was too risky to have the camera in hand when it was raining cats n dogs out there, but I couldnt resist. I had taken due care. I began clicking. With a heavy bag on my shoulders, an umbrella tucked in between two buttons of my shirt so that it remained in the same position and that I did not have to hold it. In fact 'I' looked really funny in that shape. I would never let that scene go uncapturred.

I enjoyed the next half an hour taking pictures of the people walking in rain, cars and bikes cutting through the water on the streets, trees wearing a brighter green again, and just everything that was around.

I boarded the bus which arrived after then. I got a seat, closed my eyes and felt asleep with a strange sort of satisfaction.

Hit the road

It has ever been so exciting to travel. It is such a great thing to do. I get excited just by a thought of going somewhere. I give credit to my parents, for my passion for traveling. It has been like a ritual to go for at least one long vacation in a year. More importantly, it never was a 'tour package' offered by some freaking travel agency out there. It was always, our plan, our group, and our way.
Like they say 'From Kashmir to Kanyakumari'; I've really seen almost all of India and a few countries other than India, over the past two decades using all the available modes of travel.
I learned to drive after attaining the age of 18. And then driving became like an inseparable part of travel. I love to drive. I love photography. I look at these elements as the little diamonds which, when affixed on a ring, make the ring look more beautiful. Driving, photography, fooding, laughing, singing together; all these things make the journey so beautiful and memorable.
A bit late but not too late, have I thought about sharing my travel experiences here. I cannot wait to hit the road again and be back here with a something to share.