They say travel makes you appreciate your home the best. You come back home with new eyes and see your own space in a new light. You come back to the comfort of things known to you. You enjoy the carefree company of people who are a part of your life. You come back to the space that is your own little corner of the world.
Each traveler has things that they miss when they are traveling. There are those small comfort zones that call them back. Sometimes coming home is like taking a pause between two trips. In fact, I am writing this story after just coming back from a trip to Uttar Pradesh while preparing for another 2 week trip in next few days.
Some of the things that I miss when I am away from home:
Meri Wali Chai
Chai or tea has precisely four ingredients – water, tea leaves, sugar & milk. But, no two people like the same type of tea. Everyone likes their own proportions of the 4 ingredients. Not just the ingredients are in right proportion, but it should be served at the right temperature. Some people even like to have it in their own cup.
I like my tea strong, hot and with minimum sugar & milk. This is not what you get on the road. Lately, milk used in roadside shops has started giving me an upset stomach. Now, I switch to black tea or green tea on the road. In the hotels, I prepare my tea using tea bags and milk powder. It is not bad, but it can never match the brew I make at home.
So, the first thing I relish when I come back home is ‘Meri Wali Chai’.
I was watching this Asian Paints film where a travel photographer is admiring his work on the walls of his home while admiring the comforts that only a home can give. Have a look:
Come Back Home to Books
I often say that I live with my library. Home is where my books are.
I travel with my Kindle. I can not be happier while traveling. For just a few grams of weight, I can travel with 200 odd books on my Kindle. My wait time on airports, flights, train journeys is never wasted. If I have 10 minutes with me, I use them to read.
Having said that it is never the same as being surrounded by books. When I sit in my library and look at the books I have read – I remember each book by where I had read, how it made me feel. I can touch the book and talk to it. Surrounded by books is being surrounded by the hearts and minds that wrote them and by the ideas that they convey.
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When I am traveling, I am like a sponge – observing and absorbing. I want to see as much as possible, talk to as many people as possible. Yes, sometimes when I am sitting on an edge of a mountain overlooking the valleys – I can get reflective. I think even then I am an observer of my own thoughts.
To write, I need to come back home. It is at home that I can sit my cup of tea and my laptop and write to my heart’s content. Unlike many bloggers who are digital nomads or location independent, I do not think I can write on the go. Ok, I have written a post or two while traveling, but I love to write from the comfort of my home.
It is a strange phenomenon. I dream a lot and most of these dreams happen when I am at home, sleeping in the comfort of my own bed. I do not recall any dreams that I had when I was traveling. It’s possible that while traveling one is so tired that your sleep has no space to dream. In fact, since I try and see as much as possible, I usually end up having a very little sleep while traveling. There have been times when I have hardly slept on a trip. I come back home and catch up by only sleeping for 2 days.
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We eat on the road, in the best-known restaurants in the cities we visit and we eat food made by the best chefs. It is fun to discover the culinary delights of the destination you are visiting. However, any traveler would tell you that after a while you start yearning for your staple food. I need my Daal-Roti, made in my own kitchen to nourish me – of course, till the next travel comes up.
We meet so many new people on our travels. I love talking to people, random people. There is so much learning that each of these conversations lends to me. However, it is the people at home and neighborhood that give you the comfort of reflecting on these conversations. It is here where I speak without thinking. It is at home I speak in the language that comes naturally without making a conscious effort to be understood properly. It is when I am among the people who understand the language and vocabulary I use that I speak my heart and mind. I am sure, we all have our friends who we speak to without a purpose or an agenda.
It is the pauses that we take at home, that make our journeys so cherishing and make us feel there’s no place like home.