To travel is to live, because life is not measured by the things one has but the memories one creates. In a globalized world travel is a boon. People have started cultivating this habit of being a travel junkie and going around places which were unexplored a decade before. The travel websites, social travel platforms and the numerous resources to aid a person in his/her travel have flourished like green field and now they instigate in people to take up travel as a hobby as it helps to grow the travel industry. In the hustle and bustle of life when people loose touch with themselves and with their family in order to generate wealth, in such maddening rush, travel is the only respite by which people can come close to their loved ones, explore places, learn new things in life, make new memoirs and get back that source of energy which drains out from their lives in order to earn money. As many places a person visits he/she would have bundles of new experiences to narrate to and treasure
I remember that unusual evening when due to thunderstorm and heavy rains there happened a power cut all around the city, which is a rare sight in a metropolitan and the entire city had come to a slowdown, with power backups running here and there, but not everywhere. As they say every negative incident surely has some positive impact on one’s life and that precisely what happened on the other day, we a nuclear family of just four sat to gather after years of globalization that took place in early 2000, with no gadgets in hands and no laptops switched on to sustain our livelihood. That day we got a happy realization that life has become a race to earn money and maintain a status, with no or least importance to, giving it, a quality. Families live under one roof but they don’t hold conversations with each other and eventually they sink into a strange world of machines and smart devices leading them into many diseases, most common of it, is depression. Darwin’s theory of survival of the