Meha opened the travelogue after eighteen months of her marriage. All the enriching memories cascaded before her eyes. Travelling was one passion she had followed religiously.
Four years before her marriage, she had decided not to stay at home for long. So after spending four months with her parents, each time she would pack her bags and leave with an itinerary in her hand, passion in her heart and thrill in her eyes.
This picture of Venice still had those iconic words written under it “My Next destination.” These words created ripples in her heart in great measure. But how contradictory was the serenity of the pic with her present chaotic life.
Whenever she raises the topic of solo travelling, she gets mocked at by her in laws. Although her husband had approved of her travelling plans but he failed in convincing his parents.
And here she is today with the travelogue in her hand. Her travelogue was obviously not eaten by the moths but yes her travel dreams and fantasies did get devour by the narrow mindedness of the society.
It seems another lady traveller’s feet got adorned by anklets of traditions, norms and rituals of marriage.
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