Solitude, the word alone, brings a smile right away.
Solitude is that magical moment, where I am not bound to anything. At times, not even thoughts. It’s unlearning everything I thought I knew, and just being the blank canvas ready to blend into nature.
Simply put, being completely in the moment.
That’s the first solo travel from 2016. The year that made me fall more with travelling.
Just about an year and half back, travelling was pretty much alien to me. Solo travelling was out of question, as you can guess. It wasn’t until, that in Chile, I had stepped out to travel alone for the first time that I realized I love travelling and more so, solo travelling. I had apprehensions, wasn’t sure of actually going, and what not.
But then, it happened, and the series of the first followed. A lot more on that sometime later.
Coming back to solitude, as dramatic it may sound, it is, for me, not looking back, where I run, stumble, fall, jump, fly, or just stand still.
How many times has it been that you were overwhelmed and completely engulfed by nature and its beauty.
Look closer to find me in the above picture and I wasn’t posing.
It’s end of the world that I am sitting at. That’s what it is known as (I am not making it up) The rhythmic conversation with those mighty waves, the background music of calmness, the beautiful set up by the setting sun, the tiny me. I was sitting there marveling at nature, trying to absorb (or be absorbed?)
It doesn’t even has to be magnanimous. A bench as this amid heaven. What else would you need?
Or walk into the woods. It could be anything as long as you can relate to it and love it.
Generally, I am quite restless, running around, striking a conversation with a stranger like we had been knowing each other for long time, and what not. That’s usually me until in these moments, I pause. And then it is serenity, peace and everything along with nothing.
That’s what it is for me. Yes, I associate it majorly with travel, as this is when I get to spend the me time most. Also, I have been quite number of times asked why in the world would you travel solo?
I always reply, why not?
Would you agree? What’s solitude for you? How do you connect it with travelling.
To sum it all adding few lines, I had written back in time:
It may seem I am a bird without wings
but look closer, if you may
up the mountains, I soar high
wander on roads under the clear blue sky
meet people along the way
nest memories where I stay
then travel to another home further away
for I am a bird that can’t be caged
This is posted for photo challenge to interpret Solitude.