Why travelling feels like falling in love.

Posted in Thoughts by Priya Ramachandran.

Why travelling feels like falling in love.

There's a certain emotion that my soul wells up with everytime I see a place I've never seen before. And I'm not just talking about stumbling upon some virgin waterfalls in the middle of nowhere or standing atop an awe-inspiring cliff that makes you feel like you are at the edge of the universe. But about the joy of seeing newness in everyday places too. The feeling of being jostled around a chaotic market place you never stepped into earlier. Or suddenly noticing an old cafe with an ancient-looking man who looks like he has been there, doing the same thing, since the beginning of time.

It's that sense of amazement that comes with discovering something your mind never lingered on. Something that goes beyond the confines of your air-conditioned, cubicles, cars and cribs. A feeling that is so real. Not coloured by the glaring, screaming lights that come out of your computer screen.

If I had to describe this emotion, maybe I would place it — this very strong physical sensation — somewhere between unabashed wonder and the promise of a new experience, in the spectrum of life. Actually, to be more precise, it's a feeling akin to love.

You know that absolutely crazy weak-kneed-breathless-giddy-headed-with-joy-and-maddened-with-bittersweet heartache-kind-of-a feeling that envelops your senses when love takes over your life? Well, I get that happy high when I'm travelling.

Agonda
Agonda
The Buddha at Hussain Sagar
The Buddha at Hussain Sagar
Road Trip with the Pedditys
Road Trip with the Pedditys
Gokarna Station
Gokarna Station

Encountering a thing of beauty on any journey fills me with extreme joy and an intense sort of melancholy on knowing that it's here, but it's not mine to keep. It's not my destination, just a part of the journey and I have to be back on the road. And knowing that I will be gone, but that the thing of beauty will stay there — just like it always has — forever, leaving me with just a memory or maybe a photograph, is the most happy-sad feeling ever. It's the feeling of love lost. And found. And goodbyes. And I'm sure anyone who has ever experienced extreme pangs of wanderlust will have a similar story to share.

We met a one eyed putty cat
We met a one eyed putty cat

That's the poetry of travelling. It takes you to a world (that has always been there, but you have failed to notice) where you can feel that emotion every single day. It displaces you from everything you know, all things familiar and all things mundane and sets you afloat like a driftwood on the rapids of the exciting unknown.

Valley of Flowers
Valley of Flowers

But most importantly, I believe that the act of travelling — the process of truly absorbing the world one road at a time — is a way to return to innocence.

Yaganti Temple (Kurnool)
The Yaganti Temple, near Banaganapalli, requires a steep climb into ancient caves.

This thought had first occurred to me on a very quiet, chilly evening three autumns ago in a charming hamlet called Valdelavilla in Soria, Spain (were I was a teaching volunteer for a week-long spoken English programme for Spaniards). I had a free hour from the everyday schedule and I decide to spend it outdoors, listening to music, seated on a cosy chair amidst magnificently green hillside, enjoying the sharp nip in the air. All I could think about was how that very moment that I was relishing was wonderfully different from life back home. I felt like I was light years away from every experience I ever had. And while my heart was overwhelmed with an unbearable sense of love, well-being and joy at the fact that I was currently a speck in the universe, soaking in the beauty of some Spanish hillside — an experience made possible only by the magic of travel — I realised why this emotion is so exhilarating.

A Sunset Somewhere
A Sunset Somewhere

Travelling allows you to become a child again. All-accepting. All-encompassing. Ever ready to learn, It lets you experience that extreme sense of wonder and amazement that you felt before only as a child when everything around you fascinated you endlessly. But then you grow up. And with every passing year, you feel the stripping away of the allure that the world offers. The starry-eyed surprise makes way for a weary sense of ennui. You become jaded, cynical and faithless. You don't believe anymore. Not in miracles. Nor magic. That bubble where your world was awe-inspiring and wonder-filled world bursts in your face.

Stroll on the beach
Stroll on the beach

But I believe that only travelling can bring you back to that state of childlike awe all over again. And unburst that bubble. When you are in a completely new place, where all the monotony and knowledge of your everyday patterns and life is futile and is taken away from you, you enter every situation, every moment and every second with a same sense of astonishment as a little baby would. Travelling is a sort of return to innocence. Everything you encounter is new. Everywhere you look is impressive. Every sight is breathtaking.

That Place We Call Home
That Place We Call Home
Kudle Beach, Gokarna
Kudle Beach, Gokarna

And isn't this feeling just like being in love?

Wing View
Wing View

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