Travel is defined as moving predictably.
When a man decides to go on an excursion, he plans out every minute detail such as which hotel, car rental, which places to tour, and if possible even purchase the tickets of a tour or an expedition if it gets sold out quickly.
Time is not a factor since the To-Do list is put on hold and we can practically watch the sunrise and the sunset. Time our breakfast, lunch, and dinner all according to our needs and wants. However, what memories we collect from such travel is not in our hands even if minute details have been taken care of!
Any trip can be an eye-opener cause they always tend to teach us something in the end.
Man Proposes, God Disposes === Aldous Huxley
I remember making this road trip to India when I was a teenager. We were taking an excursion towards Jaipur, a city in Rajasthan.
We had rented a car and hired a driver. While he was driving the car, my family was sitting and enjoying the ride and the sights around the town.
It was a hot summer afternoon, and Rajasthan is known for its' high temperatures cause of the desert. However, we had our windows rolled up, and the air conditioner was on, with music in the background.
I was in the back seat near the window, enjoying the music and feeling relaxed with the fresh air surrounding me.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and my reflexes were sharp enough to turn and hide my face. A person had thrown a stone towards our car, and it hit my window. The shattered glass was all around me. Our driver was quick enough to screech his brakes on time, to avoid a mishap on the road.
He was quick to take an exit to the nearest hospital while I lay still since did not want any of the glass to penetrate further into the skin. That moment, while he was driving, I could feel the warm air blowing through that open window, and felt the changes in temperature and how my body was laying there vulnerable to the circumstance.
No man has control over mishaps. One moment I was enjoying the cool temperature, rustic sighting, majestic architecture with fond company, and the second moment the same body was exposed to brittles, was tensed, mind became restless and agitated.
Although we try hard to make our trips memorable and fun, no journey is perfect.
Thank God, my wounds were not harsh, and I recovered in no time. We toured the city. No doubt the city was still the same old but my perception had changed as I was cautious all the time.
Returned Home with Memories.