I hear stories about the travellers
My biggest fantasy about travel
The picture I imagine is

To sit on a green Mountain top
With trees in my sight and
Plants growing all over
Getting wet due to slow rain

Me sipping my tea from a cup made of clay
shielded from the rain by a roughly stretched tent
With a blanket folded around me as warm as the love of my family

As I gaze into the valley, I ponder over my travel through the time
The times of childhood, where my father was my superhero
Then growing up, releasing he got his flaws too, hating him, loving him, repeating it over

Loving every bit of loneliness while travelling to college and the way back
Thinking and singing
Imagining the alternate endings to the movies I watched last night

Falling in love for the first time in life
Trusting somebody with everything
Still remember it to be the purest feeling
Then came the heartbreak, the struggle to deal with self identity
Giving time to heal, and healing beautifully

Midlife crisis on the way, every step became a calculation keeping the outcome in mind
Struggle with identity and insecurities kicked in

As I think of this time travel sitting at the mountain top, I hope I will be fine and will heal beautifully like everytime!