The alarm rung at an ungodly 4 AM and Maa knew it was time for her to flee.
She was up in a jiffy with a sense of serene smile, realizing it was just an hour before her train arrives.
Backpack packed, journey laid and the road set.
With life ahead and wonder within, she was ready to be a wanderer once again.
He explored the world within.
She ventured outside.
They were a paradox.
They were a symphony.
They were fire and ice.
With every new sunrise, the voices turned into whispers and further, into silence.
Hit by the notions of normal and tied by the demons of self doubt.
Until one night, they stood up with their stumbling legs.
The silence broke and the voices roared.
Roared loud enough to create echoes.
Roared loud enough to attain freedom.
My head is in the star studded sky,
My feet on those rough rocky hills,
I can smell the beach side summer in my hair,
And my mind is on the map.
Today, I am into wanderlust.
By bike, by horse, by word, by foot, I wander.
(Also, today, I am inspired by my Instagram love, @robinmay)