A Solo Bike Trip: Delhi to Kanyakumari
Why is there a new hymn about the journey and not the destination? What does it take to be a traveler? What does it take to travel six thousand km on a bike? These are the few questions apart from managing funds, putting a month’s leave from office at stake, convincing your parents, and believing in yourself to accomplish a dream. So in between all this fuss, it was my time to travel from Delhi to Kanyakumari, my dream trip. With two days of planning for surviving twenty days on the bike from only here to there. With a beautiful start from the Arawalis of Rajasthan, sunset at Daman, kissing the Dudhsagar Waterfalls, riding from the Deccans, through the streets of Kerala, arriving at the Southernmost tip of India, Kanyakumari; A destination of not dreams but a journey above the dreams. Yes, it looks haphazard because the trip was too unplanned, but filled with adrenaline, with always decreasing fuel level and my pocket, but the enthusiasm was always there. It was all about the roads, my riding capacity, and my excitement to get the answers to so many questions. Now let’s not dig to the answers but the journey of finding these answers!!
In the loud world, sometimes mirror speaks the most, It reflects sometimes hazy yet true to the host, Behind the shimmer, behind the glare, You are subtle and aware!
Neither I nor the mirror reflects as naive like the moon, Quite far but still gaze like a boon, Attractive to some, symbol of love for some, A mirror to beauty and might be a crush of sun , Some shades, some reflections and some light, It has the aura to surpass the bright!
Sometimes the moments are left after the event, Sometimes the fragrance is eternal after the scent, Sometimes you don’t have a frame but you have the entire picture, Sometimes you are leaving all but loving the miniature!
KTH,Sweden Let the spark be explored, Let the light be flowed, Let the charm be showed, Let the colors be rain bowed.
KTH Royal Institute of Technology, Stockholm, Sweden All in ears, all in emotions, All in sync, all in notion, All in rhythm, all in harmony, All in valor and soothing shiny.
If days are bright than nights are glamorous, If days have shine, then stars makes the night fabulous, The city is all set on fire, by the svelte it own, It has it’s own bass, pitch and tone.