Wings By Mom

Wings By Mom

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Being a travel blogger for almost 4 years, I have visited the famous hidden heavens on earth. And my work to unfold the treasure is highly appreciated by my followers.


Recently I was interviewed by a radio station and after a few scripted answers, I got stuck over a question which asked me about what let me a travel blogger? I knew the answer, but with it unfolds the layers of my childhood deeply folded in my memories.


I and Ria my sister both were very close to our mom. She was a teacher in a school, and father was in a bank. We were a simple family. Hardly we went on holidays unlike our few friends. We only traveled together if there was a family marriage. The only place I remember visiting was granny's house in Lucknow.

But there was something more to our simple life, and that was my mom. She gave us wings to fly to any part of the world and see anything and everything. 

Every Friday mom would bring a book from the library of her school. And it would be titled as 'come visit with me.' that would serve as our ticket to the world. In her words, we would live the part of that place. She would teach us keywords of regional language. Tell them about the food they eat. And I and sis would talk as if we knew how they speak 

When she would read out the beauty of any place we would travel in time and feel ourselves lying freely in that place.

In her magical words, we experienced the sunrise of Tokyo, grasslands of New Zealand.

We learned stories about dragons in China. The chants of Buddhist. Sounds of misty waterfalls of Costa Rica uttering in our ears. And soon the taste of exotic pizza would water our mouths. The myths of Huawei people would make us believe in their theory. And how tall the building of New York we could see.

Strangely she would give us a real view of crossing great barrier reef together and getting jaw dropped by visualizing the sea beauty.

In her words we would go shopping around the local areas, buying bottles of air in Switzerland or Riya buying Jade jewelry from china.


In her bookish world and magical tone, we would explore what one experiences by physically being there. 

And thus mom made both of us travelers by sitting in small sq feet room. The wings given by her were unstoppable. 

Due to her illness mom gave up the battle with life bit early. But whenever I travel to any new place, I feel her around. Together we would visit the place again one more time, this time in real.


The windows she opened for me is full of light and dreams. And by being into this profession I think she feels satisfied somewhere in heaven and silently smiling at me.


But how would I tell everyone that she did so many magical things? So to keep it simple I answered to Radio channel, My mother is the inspiration to me, she wanted me to travel around and see if the world is equally beautiful as she imagined after reading travelling books.


So I am simply full filling her dream. The interview gets over but not the memories. Soon my phone reminded me to catch up with Riya at 8. And I rushed to see how my little sis is doing.


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