The craving to take the road less traveled to, emerged from my passion to bring stories few have to narrate. Having soaked myself into the umpteen cultures around the vast African continent for the past four years, I felt the divine call to lose myself again but this time, the destination was different – India.
I cannot forget that day when I walked into my office and while searching for an e-book, something caught my attention on the internet. I instantly fell for a breathtaking photograph, portraying the reality of an undisturbed village tucked away in an unpopular corner of Maharashtra, shared on Flickr by another travel enthusiast. I tunneled deeper into my inclination to understand more about Maharashtra, the world’s second-most populous sub-national entity.
The marvels, secrecies and holiness of Maharashtra spoke a thousand words to my innermost self and I felt Maharashtra could heal my soul from the wounds inflicted by life. The desire to slow down the routine of my life, the need to rise above my worries, the essence to conquer my fears, the goodness to lose myself and the bliss to renew myself, all came together to assemble the puzzle I have been trying to fit for a long time. I stopped myself from plunging into my rambling thoughts, walked out to the nearest travel agency and bought my ticket for Mumbai.
Flying thousands of feet high from ground level and miles away from my home country, I landed at Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport on the 11th of March 2015. Though I traveled widely for the past four years, I wondered why I unfailingly smiled to myself as I walked out of the airport to find a cab.
My soul greeted the soul of Mumbai, and the adventures began.