Souvenirs around the World.
I could have walked the World around, if I could. But the number of IF’s following the statement, just pushes it down the to-do-list. I do end up covering some parts of its area, geographically, across borders, between cities, within the city or maybe as short as the walk from my room to the kitchen. It has always been an experience, the act of travelling, ranging from being a dream, delight to even a disaster. New places fascinate me, more when I have multiple fascinated minds alongside. A good company and a wonderland. And a bag, for my annoying habit, completes my moment of heaven. This habit is an outcome of a ‘gene of preserving’, if that would ever exist, inherited from my GrandDad. Basically, I collect. EVERYTHING that talks, sounds, smells like the place I visited. Under normal sight of vision, it is trash. Weird OCD. I’m glad my mother still owns me.
So, when I say, I could walk the World around, I realized I still can. When I spilled out the sack of Souvenirs. I did end up collecting the essence of most of the lands. Under the normal sight of vision, I was remembered in the strange lands. And believe me, being missed in the midst of the all fascination by my fellow-fascinated minds is really something.