The Journey Continues...
I cannot say I am a traveler or that I had anything in mind while growing up about travelling the world. But sometimes, life gives us a piece of something we desire, even when the desire is subconscious. Yes, I was destined to travel, and I’ll let you into a little secret: life does not keep me in a country for very long!
There are many reasons why people migrate or travel; my reason for migration was simply destiny, it was never a choice. However, after all these years, I have realised that people who migrate are no ordinary people! There is something in them – some level of courage and passion, and it compels them to move out of their home and their comfort zone. By saying this, I am not referring to myself, because my moves have been destiny and not a choice made by me ... each time!
By birth and origin, I am an Indian. My travels began at just three months old. My father was working in the United Arab Emirates, and my mother and I flew there to accompany him. The days of mass migration in my part of the world had stopped, and life had been peaceful. People now migrated for better opportunities, a better life, or to support their families back home. Soon, my father decided he wanted to move to Saudi Arabia, so we all moved again. I was very young, so I do not remember my days in the UAE.
Life was good in Saudi Arabia. I did the majority of my primary education there. Life was also simple: during the week, I went to school, and at weekends, we went shopping or played in the park. Life was different back then, and it was not as glamorous as it is now. The hotel culture, mall entertainment, cinemas and mobile phones did not exist. For families, there were only two options of entertainment: visit a park or visit friends. It might be hard for someone who has not lived in that era to imagine what it was like. Certainly, it was very different from how I lived the second half of my lifespan.
A few years later, we moved back to India so that I could attend high school. This was not an uncommon practice among those living in the Middle East. In those days, once children reached high school age, they moved back to their home countries while their fathers stayed behind to work and earn. It is still true in Saudi Arabia today, as many expat families return home for further education. By this time, I had two younger brothers, so my mother traveled with three children. My parents loved India, and so did my brothers and I. For us siblings,... The journey continues in the “Tales of Living in Diaspora” Book, Chapter 1.
To get through the hardest journey, we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping, Chine Proverbs"