What are your top 10 travel destinations?
My Top 10 Travel Destinations Aren’t All Marked on a Map
Not every journey begins with a boarding pass,
and not every destination
can be found on a map.
Some places
live only in memory,
yet they keep calling us back.
I want to travel
to the house where I grew up—
where every wall knew my laughter,
every corner hid a childhood adventure,
and every evening arrived
with the promise of one more game before sunset.
I want to return
to my grandmother’s kitchen,
where recipes were whispered,
not written,
and love always arrived
on a warm plate before words did.
I want to lose myself
in a little bookstore,
where hours slipped quietly
between the pages,
and the only deadline
was the last chapter.
I want to visit
the monsoon afternoons of childhood,
when paper boats believed
they could cross oceans,
and getting drenched
was never considered a mistake.
I want to find
the terrace beneath a sky full of stars,
where electricity cuts
felt less like an inconvenience
and more like an invitation
to count constellations
that we never really knew the names of.
I want to walk again
through the narrow lanes
where every neighbour knew my name,
every festival belonged to everyone,
and every door
felt a little like home.
I want to sit once more
beneath the old tree
that heard my secrets,
celebrated my victories,
and patiently watched
my impossible dreams grow taller than its branches.
I want to spend
one more carefree summer,
where mangoes stained our hands,
icy treats coloured our tongues,
and happiness cost
less than a handful of coins.
I want to stand
beside the sea,
not to watch the waves,
but to watch myself
forget the urge
to check the time.
And above all,
I want to meet
the version of myself 🦋
I left behind somewhere—
the one who laughed
without worrying who was watching,
trusted without hesitation,
dreamed without calculating,
and believed
that tomorrow would always wait.
Perhaps the greatest destinations
are not countries or cities.
They are forgotten afternoons,
unfinished conversations,
the fragrance of home,
the warmth of familiar hands,
and the pieces of ourselves
we spend a lifetime trying to find again.
Because the most unforgettable journeys
don’t always require a passport.
Sometimes,
they simply ask us
to close our eyes…
and remember.🦋✨
.
Until the next whisper…
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari
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