Getting Lost in the Right Direction.

Wanderlust

Ever since I was born, my family has constantly been shifting from one city to another. I was born in
Chennai and lived in three different houses till the age of two, after which I moved to Gurgaon. I
spent almost seven years in Gurgaon before moving back to my birthplace. Even after this, I studied
in two different schools there before moving to Mumbai three years ago. So you could say that half
the travelling in my life has been done just by changing what part of the country I live in.
I spent much of my early years in Delhi and the next few years in Chennai, polar opposites in
everything from the temperature to the people. Moving to new places so many times has given me a
certain thirst for change, a need to move and to keep moving. I suppose this would be the root cause
for my love for travel. Oh, and I forgot to mention, my native place is Bangalore. So I spend about a
month there every year.
When I’m trekking in hills unheard of, in some remote mountainous forest in the Himalayas, or
watching a sunset over the Golden Gate Bridge, or even looking at the heritage structures in this
city, I learn something new every second. There’s something about that thrill-that spark of
excitement-that feeling of not knowing what you’re going to see next-that attracts me, and a billion
other people, to this way of life.
One of the best memories I have, the fleeting, one-second- long kind, is when I was hundreds of
metres above the ocean in south Goa, parasailing when I was a terrible swimmer with no knowledge
of winds, currents or direction. The thing is, it was all so quick. One moment, I’m being given a life
jacket and ropes and attached to a parachute, the next thing, I’m rising into the sky while my parents
wave from down. The ocean was blue and green and all shades in between, and it was a rippling
giant that extended to the end of the world. The beach was white with swaying coconut trees and
looming cliffs all around, and the sky was full of everything and nothing.
Once I was in the air, there was a silence unlike one ever experienced by me before. I looked around
me and laughed into the universe.

Someone great once said, “It feels good to be lost in the right direction.” And it does. It really does.

~Ankita Murthy

VCW AVM     9C

Editorial Team