Back in the day, as kids, my sister and I walked (before my sister got her bike) back home everyday — from school. I met Basil, our very first interaction, on a walk back to the train station. Walking has always been one of my favourite activities. And, I was never the athletic kind, preferring to stay buried in my books; oddly, it was something I was good at. Fortunately, long walks never disappoint. I’ve forged (sometimes broken) friendships over long walks. Contemplated on existential issues on walks by the sea. Tried to clear my troubled mind on extremely long walks. And had some very interesting conversations and debates on never-ending walks. Walking has always inspired us, the way we travel, the way we write or capture whas around us, also quite naturally, our blog.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
The beauty of walking doesn’t just lie in the independence of choosing to follow your two feet over your mind. It’s what you get to see along the way. And, no matter which trail you choose to paint those brown hues; there will always be an experience waiting for you. Small joys are easy to find on a rugged muddy path, on a cold snowy mountain, or on the soft sand of a beach. Magic can be real, if you want to believe in it. Look closer, open your hand, let go, and you’d realise nature was waiting all along for you. All you had to do, was be present at the right moment, and believe.