Micro-Moments
Photo Essay | Bali, Indonesia 2018
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Step 2. Play the song. Put it on loop.
Step 3. Now just stroll through.
2018 has not been the best of years so far. Not ranting, but been broken…




Could have used a trip, but couldn’t really afford one. Had decided to not go on this long-planned trip, until this girl intervened.
“Jaba na maane ki? Na gele chanda tule niye jabo tomake.”
- Nusrat Zahan
And in that moment I knew that I had to board that plane, no matter what.



No mishaps while boarding this time around, and Tasnim even brought the right passport. But the 10-hour transit at KL though. God. Tiring. Very Tiring.





Finally reached. Warning. You can’t take a Uber/Grab directly from Bali Airport. Book a transport beforehand or ask your hotel to arrange one for you.






So, throughout the trip, I kept wondering basically, what is it that makes me want to travel? I think I found the answer. Wait a little. See the photos first.

Last time, in Nepal, I actually wanted to do stuff, try out new experiences, shoot for a travel video, jump off a bridge, all those stuff (will attach the video below); but this time was different. Took a camera (thanks Sourov), but didn’t even bother to take it out. All of me, was tired.



Was a little sick too. All I did was drink self-made Milo to prevent coughing. The girls got me an eye drop to patch up my swollen eye.





But amidst all that it was still how I had imagined this trip to be. Very random.





There was no ‘plan’ this time around, no schedule to stick by, no particular gang to hang out with. You tag onto whichever bunch of people you can find and see how it goes, where it goes. Didn’t turn out to be all that bad. Not bad at all.

And amidst all that randomness, you discover why you really want to travel.




It’s not for those fancy-ass locations.








It’s definitely not for the food.






You travel for those micro-moments. Those individual memories that you make with the people you travel with; the bike rides, the alcohol pad rubs, the volcano sightings, the under-the-sky existential question throwing, the accidents, the migraines, the third-wheeling, the scams, the heartbreaks, the annoyed foreigners, the rejections, the lost-and-found sandals, the bringing-the-club-down, and Nusrat threatening to kill me in the middle of nowhere at 3 in the morning, only because I asked for a piece of clothing which she didn’t need.











And most importantly, why I travel is for these people. Time’s running out, yes, but whatever time we have spent, I’d not trade a single bit of them, for anything else in the world. Thank you for everything. And thank you, Ishti & Shadman for actually always going the extra-mile in making these trips happen. Forever indebted to you guys.




“Whatever you do in this life, it’s not legendary unless your friends are there to see it.”
- Barney Stinson
P.S. Didibhai, if you’re seeing this, mon kharap korona. Your adventures are only about to start.
P.S. Dear Sir, if you’re still mad, maaf kore diyen. Ekdin coffee/cha/shwarma khete cholen.