I am not much on travelogues; in fact this is the first I have ever read. But this was joyous, thrilling with even a hint of surprising mystery. Having personally spent time with Parag, it was nice to finally see the real, internal side of him that anthropomorphised inanimate objects like the Google GPS system (lovingly calling her the “map lady”) his own car, the vessel of his solicitudes, and a string of annoying toll booths.
Parag breathes life into mundane objects and situations, mirroring his observations that speak volumes of his beautiful outlook towards life. The many symbolic speed bumps that he faces, though mundane, become thrilling and entertaining as you take a back seat in his car, trying to cheer him up and hoping he reaches where he aims to reach.
There is a lot of potential in his imaginations but I was left slightly disappointed. The ending felt too rushed. Parag focused too much on the impediments he faced while trying to reach his destination rather than the actual stay once he reached. I would have loved detailed descriptions of the spots like the Ashrama where he found his coveted solitude and maybe, get more of the same internalised monologues that creatively described his journey.
Nevertheless, this is just the beginning. I feel Parag, with more practise and polish, can craft a Koh-I-Noor from the diamond in the rough we currently possess, maybe in his future travelogues. I say this as objectively as possible. But my subjective heart is convinced we will get that 100 carat gem someday. I can’t wait to journey with him again through his future travelogues.
Keep polishing man, you have a creative spirit.