The trip, my road trip!
I wonder what would make it perfect?
The company, comfort, cherish able moments or fun.
Picturesque beauty, charm, adventure everything descends in the run.
First thought transcends me to open space under the blue sky,
My soul and heart leap to wander while imaginations fly.
I wish to lap up the view of cotton-fields, emerald-green lakes and red tree,
Peppered with good food and sojourn, I wanna feel free!
I want to travel not to go anywhere, but to go,
The idea itself makes me gung-ho.
Packing the essentials, I vroom off for the travel,
Letting my wish-ful trip breathe and unravel.
Air, sleep, dream, sea, sky and the road,
And its only me and my chauffeur on board.
The strong, spacious, technology driven Caravan I have,
Its interiors, amazing freshness inside compel everyone to rave.
The pleasant weather takes my heart away,
The highways are unending and offer a smooth way.
I move when I wish, I stop when I want,
Its absolutely wonderful to be away from my rambling and the rant.
Taking in stride the changing cultural nuances and cuisine.
I stop for experiences invigorating and exciting.
There is full volume music with the food and supply.
But I am aware of the rules of the road, one must apply.
My road trip takes me to far-off places and makes me meet new people,
It inspires to learn, explore, experience, stretch limits in double.
There is spoonful of learning and mouthful of enjoyment,
The spark of newness goes on with doses of absolute fun,
I live a life like never before, watching the rising and the setting sun.
All around its beautiful and mesmerizing,
After watching life closely, the road trip brings a change in me that is deep and rising.
There is an urge to go fast,
But speed and recklessness should be cornered last.
500 miles, 20 hours, 40 minute,
I cover on road before I reach my home sweet home to muse about it .
Through my wish-ful trip, I want to see another wish come true and that is our country should become safe for females. Today, a woman cannot even think of planning a road trip with an unknown chauffeur because its difficult to trust one. The number of mis-happenings and incidents have led to fears which have seeped deep in out heart and soul. I so want to take up a road journey all alone but I confess I am scared. I feel insecure of the ogling eyes, the molesters and worst of all the rapists. As a traveler, I cannot do what I wish to in my own country.
My road trip cannot be called perfect until the journey is safe and secure for me as a solo woman traveler to rejoice and extract all the fun. Wish I take the perfect ride soon some day.
This is my entry for ‘The Perfect Road Trip’ contest, hosted by IndiBlogger in association with Ambi Pur …
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