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I Want to Leave My Footprints Everywhere






I want to leave my footprints everywhere - foreign countries, ice caves, land under northern lights, desert, long forgotten places, villages, mountains, valleys and so on. Because of my “want to leave my footprints everywhere" fantasy, I'm more than willing to steal a few moments from my daily routine just to day dream about it. 

Though, I never knew the reason behind this craziness.

The reason why those strange unknown lands call out my name at 3 a.m. when I'm not even aware of my very own existence.

The reason why that 2 second eye-soothing glimpse of those snow capped majestic mountains play hide and seek with my head, sometimes the entire day.

The reason why hundreds of butterflies do salsa on the already wounded floor of my heart whenever I see Facebook or Instagram posts by my friends with captions like travel diaries, Shimla diaries, London Diaries etc.

But now I know the reason.
This is love.

I'm in love with foreign lands.

I'm in love with faces I've never seen before.

I'm in love with the sun which rises in Prague and sets in Iceland.

I'm in love with the pieces of lands on which moonlight walks like a queen.

I'm in love with God's creativity and  man's art.

Love is the reason.

Though, I'm not sure if it is fortunate or unfortunate to fall in love so hard with something else other than homo sapiens.

I'll keep on falling, dancing, singing, jumping in love with traveling anyway.

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