A Long Staggering Journey

A journey is best experienced when you have elephantine luggage to cart with. You fail to climb the stairs and begin panting like a race horse after a sprint, fellow travelers stare at you as an uninvited perturbing creature lunging into their privacy, and yet there is something curious about it. As for the long difficult treks through the platforms of railway stations, let the activity tracker on your wrist do the math. Collect your reward at the end. Mine is a satisfying habit of patience and a lesson to leave my stubbornness in packing bags.

train journey

Known for my bad packing habits and frequent unlisted traveling points on my bucket list, I have transformed myself into a vagabond. Besides the stubborn feel to carry everything, last moment planning for journeys, forgetting mobile phone or chargers at the place where I have been, and breaking the handles of the bags are frequent crimes I commit during trips. On bonus offer is everything from join pains to migraine by the end of the day.

Where they have attempted to teach the habit of patience to me, is while in the midst of journey – especially when people make regular stops at the place you stand because your luggage blocks the way for them to walk forth, featuring a pejorative look in their eyes, cursing you within their minds. At another level, the womanizers continue to molest you with their eyes, with pompous aunts playing a supporting role as if you deserve this punishment for whatsoever unknown reasons they think.

Our response is served with a lighter irritation, while we also become more conscious to adjust with the crowd – frequent sorry complementing the situation. The scene also sees an inside decision to not repeat the mistake of bringing unmanageable luggage next time, glimpse at the watch and assorted emotion of fatigue. We expect the fellow travelers to be more sensitive towards us. Meanwhile, the bags on your shoulder will fall down multiple times. It is a leisure reprieve in case if someone helps you to keep luggage on to baggage counter.

At the end, you stagger and fall down. But, even when you are served with enough of such experiences, you do not learn, you simply repeat. And the good news? You become a better traveler next time.

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