To set up a title as above, I have been out of India-my country since June 2017. It’s been easy-difficult, easily difficult, any combination of words and thoughts. No words can describe my travel. My life on the road, meeting people, the food and culture, languages, currency, simcards, it’s all a dizzy run over the globe.
In school, out of sheer boredom I used to spin the globe, in the geography class when no-one was looking. I shall never spin a globe again, for I know it may skid my bike!
My bike: Sunbeam has stickers all over. And there are so many more stickers that could’ve been put. What will I remember the most. As I write this, I get a feeling of being disconnected. Would my bike ride me if she could be human and talk?
I have had a wonderful time in the last few days with the group I’m riding with and we shall part tomorrow. I have learnt a lot from them.
The Asia-Senses travel agency is great for this sector of Asia and has been extremely protective. I shall miss their fussing.
We stopped for lunch on a hot mountain top. Everyone went to a small eatery. I espied a fruit seller selling watermelon and other fruits. A young girl, who not only sold me the fruit, but seeing my condition, washed it and cut it into slices for me. I shared with my group. I shared with the fruitseller and her friend. After this, I had an apple and some grapes. She washed it for me. There was amusement on her face. I looked hungry and spent. In front of her youth, I felt empty.
What would I tell her about where all I have been. Would she believe me? She gazed at me and I saw myself looking at my father. I was young then and there was so much time. Then I was the fruitseller.
She shook my hand to wish me luck. I dedicate my last day to her.
A young fruit seller from Myanmar.