My few steps...
I always loved traveling ... Every night before a trip was sleepless for me.Just planning or discussing about traveling
would cheer me up..
Finally the day came when I was eighteen years old and thought big enough of me to go on a solo trip .
I thought my parents would be happy with my plan but sadly they opposed out of concern .
I tried everything to convince them from locking myself in room for hours to cry hardly but none of them worked.
I planned to visit Vietnam as their currency was cheaper than India plus it was safe and a good tourist spot..
I even thought of the whole budget ,the place to stay there and what things to do and what not but I was still waiting for that one yes from my parents.
Days passed but they were stuck with their answer .I thought if i won't dare to take a step now then I will regret for all the marvellous experiences which are up to come.
If I inform them even a minute before leaving they would have stopped me so I did all the bookings a week ago and packed my things at night and left next early morning with full fear of my dad .
The movement I...
would cheer me up..
Finally the day came when I was eighteen years old and thought big enough of me to go on a solo trip .
I thought my parents would be happy with my plan but sadly they opposed out of concern .
I tried everything to convince them from locking myself in room for hours to cry hardly but none of them worked.
I planned to visit Vietnam as their currency was cheaper than India plus it was safe and a good tourist spot..
I even thought of the whole budget ,the place to stay there and what things to do and what not but I was still waiting for that one yes from my parents.
Days passed but they were stuck with their answer .I thought if i won't dare to take a step now then I will regret for all the marvellous experiences which are up to come.
If I inform them even a minute before leaving they would have stopped me so I did all the bookings a week ago and packed my things at night and left next early morning with full fear of my dad .
The movement I...