By Megha Somani
To the dream which I would live up to one day. A trip that would start with the courage and belief of going solo to a place I have never been and end with tonnes of memories and harmony in my heart. Traveling with numerous unknown people to the mountains and making friends on that leeway.
The dove white mountains would soar into the sky. The clouds would be lingering over the mountains and, the white snow would rumble down the mountains' sides. This whole artistry would want me to freeze that moment as I would be freezing at that high altitude and cold temperature.
How can I forget the scrumptious food I will have every day on that way?
I have heard Maggi hits differently on the mountains. I want to witness that aroma and the feeling of attainment, fulfillment, and contentment that I have finally made it my first solo trip ever.
Envisioning the good times while writing about those times gives me so much pleasure and, relishing that moment would want me to treasure it. So waiting for that day to come into sight and become fuel for my soul.
By Megha Somani