For me, travelling is therapeutic. A new place, the unfamiliarity, the smells, the people, the streets and even its silence thrills me. I have always discovered something new about myself in a new city. I react differently, I am more enthusiastic and probably a little wild. And when I go back home, I take a little of that me along. And that helps me feel better. I need not always stay in the lap of luxury, but it is important for me to have experienced what the city/town has to offer for me. I have travelled very less, yet I call myself a traveller. Cause my mind goes everywhere, and someday my body will too. For the travel bugs I know.
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