You know, this turbaned old man has been calling me to visit his place. You might have heard about him. He goes by the name of Amitabh Bachchan and keeps insisting,
“Kuch din to gujaro Gujarat me!”
I want to explore his state, but my bank statement breaks my heart every time I check it. And so, I can only fantasise…
…standing at the brink of an endless salt flat. All chemistry, politics, history, geography, sociology lessons gushing inside my mind, fighting for their space – Gandhi, march, protest, Sodium Chloride, marshes, mangroves, Thar, Nilgai, Pakistan, colours, food, festival!!
This Rann of Kutch has no idea how much love it is missing out on!
Part of the reason this item in my travel bucket list is still pending is that list itself. I chose to explore the entire country as per the geography lessons – eastern ghats, western ghats, plateaus, hot desert, cold desert, like that.
Anyway, I’m not giving up for the lack of funds. I’m researching about the place till I’m not ready.
So far, this is my To-do list:
- Travel light.
- Stay the night.
- Villages are the heart.
- Indulge in some art.
- Say yes to the chai.
- High-five to Nilgais.
- Meet the local gujjus.
- Check out the flamingos.
- Check in to Shaam-e-sarhad.
- Don’t miss OUR Arabian’s touch.
*wipes off another tear of fantasy*
Jokes apart, anyone who has ever stood in front of an ocean or tried parasailing would know that there is something so meaningful in a vast expanse of nothing. Pure and tranquil. That’s what my traveller friends have shared with me – It’s like meditation with out even trying. A conversation with self – something a person like me really needs.
But you know, bank statements?!
As you see, my bucket list is full to the brim but my pockets are all torn away. So, my future Kutch memories will have to wait.
Till then, take care, turbaned old man.
Footnote: This is not the first time somebody’s bank balance became a road block for her travel ventures.