Why travel? Also, am I back to writing?
Someone once told me that travel should be about meeting people, having shared meals, conversations that linger well past the alcohol is over and the last cigarette stub lies under the sole and then wake up in the morning to say goodbye to never meet again, just remember that this also happened. This was before whatsapp and social media made it almost impossible to be 'not in touch'. I scoffed at it then, a rather immature version of me (not that things have improved), but I think of it now. And wonder what if. What if I do a trip with people who I know not too much, meet people who I know not at all, just be open. Open to experiences, open to different thoughts, open to different. And want to know more. I was in Tawang last year and in a bar, unusually drinking with someone who I had met a few hours ago. And some other random people. Aside - Tawang, being a border town, is full of army men (yes, the absence of the gender neutrality is deliberate). A few drinks down and e...