Revisits

The constant traveler in me can never visit one place just once in life...revisiting is not only about travel...everything in life that we go through cannot be just once. Especially things that come close to our very core and our soul...like music and books and movies...a revisit always brings the whole experience to a level incomparable...And travel does it in a whole new way...

This summer has been the exact same as far as travel plans were concerned...just like last year...even if the places visited are the exact same...do they carry the same feeling? Never.

London, Paris, Jersey.. this time revisited with family...mum and bro...two people who gave each city we visited a different feel. And am not talking of just family time and company but about deeper insights and looking at moments with a clear understanding of culture and change. The sheer feeling too of being able to share my last trip and feelings while with others yet at the exact same place I was on my own. Its a feeling like no other...its a moment etched in eternity entwined with excitement seen in the eyes of loved ones...long discussions on history culture people and memories left for posterity.

Mum..with her amazing insights into history and accuracy of why a certain something was the way it was...and not leaving it at that...comparing to the times we live in and the times that will be...

Bro...with his most interesting knowledge of how things were and are meant to be... about people and interactions and about establishing beautiful connections through conversations...

In ways its been also a revisit of a family that am blessed to part of...deeply rooted in ground realties, cultural differences and intellects and aware of how and where we are in time...respectful of feelings and differences within our little globule of unity. Unending conversations and debates... and agreeing to disagree.

Every time I travel I somehow know deep within that there will be a coming back...a coming back to get more in touch with the pace of the place, the air it breathes and the difference it exudes compared to any other place on the globe...and every time each city I revisit never disappoints me...and every moment gets jotted down in that think pad I call memory...and every time there is a revisit that think pad revisits too...compares and jots down again...and makes me smile...a cycle that completes but doesn't actually...

Every aspect of life requires revisiting to let the awe of existence underline itself...and there is no unlearning...every step is a learning in itself and can never be in vain...and as I believe with each passing moment EVERYTHING happens for a reason and a good reason...no reason can be a bad reason if there is something we learn from it. Its different though when we choose not to learn from it...or maybe make our selves believe we choose not to learn...and its only then that we die...thats where the soul ceases to exist and all we exist for is the material benefits and the show of it all...following what we believe is the dream when we have given up all that is human...and will never awake to the beauty thats life...the romance of life and the romance of travel...

The eternal and hopeless romantic in me needs to travel...at times physically and times in flights of fantasy...!