A journey of unbecoming

I was nervous, after all this was the first time I was going to embark on a solo trip. Anyway my family didn’t consider this as significant as getting a new project or job. My trip was only an excuse for my mother to start hyperventilating about how I would manage the food and stay. She was worried that I’ll be reckless and I kept reiterating that I was 23 and had lived on my own for two whole years in a different city. Although no matter how many times I tried to convince my family to let me go on my own on this trip without any prior experience of managing solo journeys on my own, I was terrified inside. But this trip I was sure was much more important to me than any other assignment I had ever taken up or worked on. They say if you want to learn to swim you have to get pushed into a pool and this was my way of pushing myself into a pool of unknown. Two days before the trip I started questioning my calculation skills, direction skills and my own self. Was I ready for this dive? What if I went mad on my own? Being alone with my own overthinking mind was a scary thought! What I didn’t realize then was that I was going to a place that hosted the most peace loving activities, travelers, places and some amazing food. Food for palate and food for thought too. One day before my trip I was sure I wanted to back out of this, because I had just read newspaper articles about two travelers who had gone missing while trekking in Himachal. But I had booked my tickets and knew it was too late to question my decision. And so as I felt a sudden jerk when my train to Pathankot started moving I looked at the passing station and imprinted a fleeting memory of Bombay one last time in my head, just in case something crazy happens and I don’t reach back home. And so I set off on the most unbelievable adventure.