Imprints

Harder it gets to be separated sometimes with the people you get so close in no time. It may not be so hard for everyone but I am sure this happens in all our lives that there are people who we come to know sometimes just become a part of our life without being there.
In busy modern lives we hardly get a time to meet people who may share that passion, desire and power to be themselves while matching the rhythm of outside environment. I met someone not knowing that impressions of that person will last on me so much that I would not want to let her go.
To let go is the part that makes us. So here she is – off to her next flight in life & I want to wish her all the best in her future whether they be the dreams or the reality of things she do.
You left your imprints on my soul and my mind without letting me know that you already became a part of me. For such a soul, each moment spent together becomes a memory that I would wish not to be erased.

Studland Beach of Purbeck

Priceless

Money can buy us everything so do the Master card or the Visa but what they cannot buy you is a person who can match the rhythm of your soul to beat the blues out of you and make you feel like a Tarzan or simply make you feel like play in the sand beach building your own castles or writing endless stories by the shore of water that will soon be wiped off with the tides of see.

Some things that come into our lives are priceless since they make you feel lively yet so powerfully strong from inside. Complexity of human life that surrounds us is not easy but to find that balance of refreshing yourself is what matters the most. One such thing that has been a part of my life regardless where I exist in my physical presence has never stopped me from doing what makes me, what form the part of me & what adds me to be myself – Travel.

Travel is a form of changing your views, thoughts and outlook to yourself. To look at yourself and judge yourself you must seek the power of yourself by allowing yourself to be seen and noticed by the ones who can give you that feeling of yourself. We all have our own ways of expressing who we are, one of such things that makes this is the way I travel. Travel to not travel but to connect to myself.  I have read it somewhere  “The best way to know a person, is to travel with them” adds to sum up everything in itself.

One of the most recent of my travels added a new dimension to my life. Learning with sharing comes in its own wonderful package if it is done without a motive to just become who you are and how you want to look at this or address this. I took on one of my friends for a trip this time and it happened that we ended up learning things from each other in the way we are ourselves. To live the life on the move, is to keep moving towards the next goal in your life.  To add to all this I have just been thinking of how priceless the time becomes when it has the happy  memories attached to it. All fresh in the memory of my mind as long as it is there without getting wiped off – I would want to put this down somewhere here that I had a super trip with JM to Beer covering a whole 630miles in 3days that not only gave me a new destination but also a new friend. Riding in rain, riding in winds, riding up and down the countryside hills, standing in the winds that make us not stand still, looking down the cliffs of Purbeck, finding the shells embedded in the Jurassic sea side, climbing up the cliffs like an ape, being a monkey on a tree swinging like Tarzan, riding 200kmph, watching starry night standing listening to the waves go under our feet, generating fire the ancient way by stones, waiting to do long exposure shots with a failure of a remote to perform, cold freezing hands, find our own way around the Corfe castle,  saving a mouse getting killed under my wheel, drinking cider in beer, playing dirty hands and feet in green fungus of water boulders, opening the wine cork without the cork opener, drinking cider on the rocks, getting annoyed by the “Road closed” signs, getting lost in the unknown roads, leaving the linen painted, getting stopped by the police, riding in night without rear light working, collecting the shells in the night, talking while sleeping, finding marshes, crossing ferry, snapping the bungee cord, blackout shots, B&B hunting, fire alarm panic, 127 hours, best Indian food, scratching, play of light, landscapes  = It all adds up to being  PRICELESS

German, Indian & Japanese on a road trip in Britain

Nice to know and find little places which have very interesting names. Beer, for instance only rings one bell in everyone’s mind. Alcohol drink but wait, there’s a place called Beer. Ah, yes it is.

I had a sudden plan and she said “Yes” for our road trip. A German with a non european rather Indian on two wheels which are again non european rather Japanese engine riding in Britain sounds interesting. Just a matter of how many clauses and combinations you may want to add in here.

Its her first motorbike ride, mine countless – we are just going to plan the thing as it comes but we have got few things in head. A final destination which shall see us relaxing by the beach taking long exposure shots and if things goes well – we will do one more of such a trip soon.

I wont be disclosing the complete location of it till I visit it and write about it.

But for those who caught my hints on the FB, here’s the full hint. Ferry ride details soon after the ride.

World Apart

“When the things turns us away, the world that once was yours and now isnt yours anymore”.

“Emotions that de-tune your heart and then let you be yourself standing all alone facing the challenges.” – Mani Babbar