Its 4 am and everyone around him is fast asleep. He sits still as he focuses his camera lens on the sun that’s just about to rise. The sky slowly changes its color – from deep blue to faint red. Rays of bright yellow start to decorate it further, revealing themselves discreetly, one stroke at a time.
After a few seconds, he captures a perfect shot. Looking back at his camera, his face breaks into a smile. Staying up all night had finally paid off. Yet again, he had witnessed another breathtaking spectacle of nature.
It had been more than 6 hours since he had started his journey. He had no idea where he was going to head to. His only companion was his old backpack which carried his I-pod, some left-over pizza and a copy of “On the Road”.
He looked outside the window of the double decker bus. A herd of cattle grazed peacefully on the lush green fields as the mellow voice of tiny sparrows surrounded them. A thousand lights glittered back at him from the distant mountains. He could see a cluster of huts that probably sheltered travelers like him, that were now awake.
Suddenly, the bus came to a halt. As soon as he got off, a tea seller greeted him as he offered a steaming cup of ginger tea – “Welcome Sir! I hope that you have a great day.”
And within a few minutes of conversing with him, the wanderer felt like he was at home. His uncertainties seemed to disappear. He stopped worrying about his final destination. He marveled at the possibilities of everything that he could learn about the little town, the fellow backpackers that he would meet, the stories that he would take back with him, the memories that he would create.
His heart raced as intriguing thoughts filled his mind. He knew that he had made the right choice by boarding the rusted state bus 6 hours ago. Unlike all the other passengers, he didn’t feel tired or sleep deprived.
He gazed at the road that laid before him, with eyes that burnt with an untiring passion to discover the little joys of life. Something told him that it would lead him to exactly where he was meant to go. To people and places that were yet unheard of. To experiences that would change him forever.
He took a deep breath as he stepped forward, promising himself that he would never look back. He turned around one last time and waved at the tea seller, and then strolled ahead.
He had chosen his path, unaware of the surprises that he could encounter on his way.
A new quest awaited him.
His journey had begun.
The article was submitted by Sania Budhraja a BBA grad learning Spanish and dreams of becoming a writer someday. For her, traveling has been the essence of life and she has been indulging in the same ever since her childhood days. Born in Iran and completing her higher education in India she now lives in Panama. If you liked this beautiful article then click on the link below to read more.