I Travel to Escape... But End Up Finding Myself
S ome 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 b...