A vagabond

Six years in a life. Didn't register even as a blip. Thousands of miles, hundreds of places, a million faces, most dissolved in memory, others hardly leaving a trace. Sometimes they suddenly jump out of you with an incident you had long forgotten and it's always a pleasure to sit and enjoy that feeling even if the incident was 'bad'.

I hope to share some of my many travels with you, the roads i walked, the hardships i endured and the many sights i've seen. My intervening years are no more important than my identity for it is at the altar of experience that we must bow, not to name or fame. Like any other, I have friends, family, loves but they need not know me here, for then only can i be myself , speaking my innermost thoughts, share my  most intimate fantasy and confess my most despairing thoughts.

I specialize in travelling in the Indian subcontinent. Why ? Its cheap no doubt, but there's a spiritual high here that i've never come across anywhere in the world. And that's why i travel, more for my soul than for feasting my eyes or snapping photos. Ah, but i don't really travel, i vagabond!The critic Arthur Compton-Rickett defined it as men "with a vagrant strain in the blood, a natural inquisitiveness about the world beyond their doors." Travel as a means to explore not the outer world, but the inner...

1 comment:

  1. fair enough! cant wait to travel out to india and experience the spirituality you write about...keep on writing mate.


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