Traveling has been and still continues to be an integral part of my life and the urge to visit new places keeps me moving. My family is always a part in all my quests and ever supportive of it. We have traveled the length and breadth of India by air, road and rail.
What makes a trip memorable is not only the moments we cherish along but also the people we meet at various stops of our journey. These people are strangers to start with, but some of them etches an everlasting impression in your memory for the rest of your life.Of the many such trips that I undertook, one which is always dear to me is the 10 days journey thorough the Royal Land of Rajasthan. We camped in Jaisalmer for nearly two days and our guide took us to cenotaphs just on the out-skirts of Jaisalmer. That was the last destination of the day after covering the Golden Fort earlier in the day. Our body and soul were already tired and ready to retire for the day.
At this point an old man from nowhere appeared and sat just in front of us with his musical instrument. We did not give much attention to him as we were in a hurry to reach the hotel. He began to sing folklore to the accompaniment of his instrument. His music was so soothing to the ears and we had no option other than staying back listening to him. We were rooted to the spot. He played the music so beautifully that we cannot forget this moment forever. In no time all the tiredness vanished and we were revitalized. He really showed light to us for rest of the trip.
All things said and done, this fragile old man with his age old instrument has stood with me in all my wanderings. He has re freshened me whenever I felt tired, he has cheered me to continue my journey and he has boosted my morale endlessly. His music lingers in my ears throughout my travelings.