Since my childhood I had been a loner…cherished long walks in lush green and yellow fields of my village…a village very close to Pakistan border…singing, at times quietly walking and talking to myself…fantasizing about life of freedom.
Some times I would visit nearby hills and get fascinated with carefree lifestyle of foreign travelers. I used to wonder how they get so much time to travel while back home I found everyone busy making a living. I kind of started yearning for this freedom..when would that time come, when I would travel like them.
In my village, I would go in the mustard fields, in simmering hot afternoons, spread a mat, sit under a shady tree and try reading English literature and dream about life of freedom. The only problem was I never knew English.
So now many years later, after putting in 28 years in a bank and few failed attempts at businesses…..finally, at the age of 52, I feel I have got some sort of freedom. Have lately started traveling at will…thought why not share with others, there might be few like me……dreaming about life of freedom!!!