Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
— Pat Conroy
How true is that? A trip may last just three days, but the trip really never dies out in our heart does it? For one, there are photographs that we go back to, every once in a while. And then, every once in a while, caught in a wave of nostalgia, we re-live the trips.
“Remember that Bombay trip….?”
“That backpacking trip we took when we were 24 was the highlight of my twenties…”
“Of all the places I’ve been to, the time I spent in a small village in Vietnam was the most memorable…”
How often do we hear such things in day-to-day conversation? Each trip, apart from making a dent in our pockets, leaves a mark on our personalities. Unlucky is the person who is unmoved by the beauty of the Taj Mahal, or someone who fails to be humbled by the sight of the mighty Himalayas. Every little trip broadens our minds, opens us up to new cultures. There’s the added advantage of self-discovery too.
Optimistically speaking, one will always be able to travel, age and health issues notwithstanding. But practically, we know that after a certain point of time, those minor irritants like age and health will impose limitations. And then, we will look back upon the trips we’ve taken in the past and seek comfort in them. The memories of places we’ve been to, and experiences we’ve had will always be with us. Photographs – whether in our minds or in old, weathered albums, will always provide visual delight. And for that, we’ll always be thankful.