Voyager - Part 1
The voyage began long before I woke up that morning.
It began when I decided to live to the fullest (even for a day it may be). Let's just say I was high on some new attitude. I just paid for my trip and got new shoes. Then I learnt my friends are no-shows (wow life, like how you played me), I just went along, trying to find reasons to still go. Then I found one, then not. Eventually, I settled on taking chances.
It probably began with me being excited about having one day without helicopter parents. Mom was quite supportive of my decision, she just took me shopping.
The night before the trip, I got into a fight with my sister. She couldn't just let me take my iPad along on the trip with me, Mom had to step in and we got a smack each. She was shameless so she laughed.
Late at night, I decided to make my sandwiches before bed. Miraculously, my sibling was quite helpful in the kitchen as I cooked. Maybe she just wanted to have some level of normalcy knowing I'd be gone for a day.
It was 5:15 already, I was freaking late. We (me and Dad) took an auto early morning, and then it turned out the metro is functional that early. Like seriously they need to update the timetable.
Moving on, we will make it to the college on time?
I had to force my dad to leave home as he had to drop my sister off at school too. Kinda felt guilty but I don't want him to make it more awkward than it already is, this was already a wild circus.
From latecomers to people who are all charged this early morning. Maybe I was just being narcy. I'm a hypocrite. I promised I'd have fun or maybe my fun's more solitary.
Not gonna lie, reading books and writing an essay as I traveled was quite insightful. Also, I was saving up some energy, while the rest pretended to be kids again. I could have easily drowned myself with the movies I put on the iPad, but for some reason, I didn't want to, I just stared out the window seat I picked for myself. The internal monologue suppressed the crappy music outside, along with some dancing on a running bus.
Well, they fell, like physically. When the bus hit a bump, they did. Despite the physical pain from the fall, they kept a happy face.
We reached the highway, kept walking back and forth, just to keep my legs from falling asleep, checking out familiar faces, and needed something else to keep me occupied. Highways are lame, it's only roads.
We stopped by a gas station, where people began to click pictures like you haven't been to a gas station or what? I pointed out some of their photography mistakes, and long story short I became the photographer again. Just so good behind the camera. But I personally liked the gas station washrooms, even better than PVR, not gonna lie. I'm a sucker for hygiene.
The mountainside roads remind me of my travels to my homeland. I've been on the same roads before to Lonavala for work, now they were greener. The monsoon magic made them much more romantic than before. I saw fog again. Wasn't ominous this time but exhilarating, I still felt like the Voyager. Traveling through space alone, but I wasn't afraid of this unknown.
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