A treat of Indian Western Coast
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!!
The treasures
Chittorgarh Fort, Rajasthan, India They stood tall, they remain tall, They are the pride, who died but did not fall, They fought the battles, they lifted the baton, They kept the moustaches like the craton, They were the pillar, who lifted the forts, Had a smile while facing the swords.
Air all around
History has gifted the glory in it’s shell, From the pierce of magnificence to a adoring bell, Sometimes lights bares out the rarity, Our ancestors led this charismatic verity.