Some people travel for fun.
Some for photos.
I travel for something else —
For silence. For answers. For healing.
Ever since I was a little girl, movement has been part of me.
Born on a train — between Kalyan and Allahabad — my journey literally started between two stations. Maybe that’s why I’ve always felt like I don’t fully belong in just one place.
The City That Raised Me vs. The City That Calls Me
Mumbai taught me how to run, how to survive.
Prayagraj taught me how to pause, how to feel.
I’ve spent years between these two cities — one gave me ambition, the other gave me roots.
But lately, even with all that, I feel like I’m standing in a room where no one hears me.
A married life where emotions are tight-lipped. A family setup where my presence is expected but not really embraced.
So I do what I’ve always done when I feel too much — I pack a bag.
Travel Isn’t Just Places, It’s People and Phases
In June, I flew to Chennai.
Not for vacation — for love.
To be there for someone I deeply cared about while he was undergoing treatment.
The airports, the chai at layovers, the smell of South Indian rain — they grounded me more than any home ever did.
And then there was Nagpur — where I saw laughter again.
Where Holi and birthdays melted into colours, and for once, I felt like me, not just a role: not just wife, not just daughter-in-law. Just Juhi.
And that Juhi laughed louder, breathed deeper, danced with less fear.
My Camera Captures Places — But My Heart Captures Moments
• A morning walk in Company Garden with didi in 2018
• The wind whispering stories at Minto Park
• Sangam, where waters meet like hearts should
• Ballia, where I saw life up close — and understood what “simple” truly means
In all these places, I wasn’t escaping home.
I was rediscovering it within myself.
Sometimes I Don’t Want to Return
There, I said it.
Sometimes when the train pulls back into the station, I wish it wouldn't stop.
I want to stay in motion — not because I hate where I live, but because somewhere on the road, I feel seen.
Out there, I’m not just a woman adjusting 24x7.
I’m a soul. A wanderer. A poet. A creator. An observer.
So Why “Juhi the Explorer”?
Because I’m not just exploring cities.
I’m exploring freedom, femininity, faith, and forgiveness.
Because sometimes the bravest thing you can do is take a local bus in a new town — with your heartbreak packed neatly next to your sunscreen.
💬 Have You Ever Felt Like This Too?
Like you're constantly running toward peace but also running from the noise?
Drop a comment or share your travel moments — not just the Instagram ones, but the soul ones. 🌍💫
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