A Traveler's Memoir

I told Abhi about the conditions in Varanasi and Lucknow. I was in Nainital, a beautiful mountain painted with buildings and artificial lights that glittered more than the stars at night.  On my ride to Varanasi, I was accepted as a guest on Couchsurfing by a guy. I also had a minor accident when I banged into a bike that rode suddenly to the middle of the highway, I had no choice and my brakes weren’t just enough. Fell with a bang on my head, saved by my helmet and escaped with just a sprained thumb. I picked my bike up and some cops who stood nearby pounced on me for negligence except for one who had seen what had happened.  The Bike was okay and the two men on the other bike were mad at me. The cops asked me to leave as fast as I could and I did. Didn't stop for another 20 kilometres before I stopped to check on myself and the bike properly. Both were doing just fine. I pushed myself to the maximum that day and reached Varanasi at around 7:30 PM. This guy shared his locatio...

It is rare for me to sit pillion on motorcycles, But now I didn't have a choice, and I was starting to like it. It protected me from the cold and allowed me to enjoy the nature around. I even bumped into a wild buffalo in the city center. "Have they lost their way, or have we taken their place?" There was a splendor bike left to rust at the cottage. I wondered If I could get the bike repaired so I can move around. The feeling of being lost is coming back. I am seeing many kinds of people. All have their own stories and struggles. I see old people carrying firewood on the roads. People earning their livelihood with small food joints serving hot meals in this chill climate. I have my respect for them. But I don't want to settle down here, and I need to keep moving. I wondered "how do i reach to the top of the country?" I always thought "What's the fun when you know your next day?" Because When I first started working , I had got very comfortable ...