Before driving through the Blue Ridge Parkway in reality in my 30s, I drove through it in my dreams during my twenties! My dream was to drive miles after miles amidst unbound beauty and was not limited to any particular country. In reality, when I drove through the Blue Ridge Parkway, I felt exhilarated not because it is one of the most scenic routes in the USA but because the reality connected me to my long cradled dream. Eventually on the way, on many occasions, my thirty-something me met my twenty-something me.when I drove through the Blue Ridge Parkway, I felt exhilarated not because it is one of the most scenic routes in the USA but because the reality connected me to my long cradled dream. #Travel #Nature Click To Tweet
Along the way, the dream and reality met
Now when I sit to write and transfigure the impressions of the flawless, boundless and revitalizing beauty along the Blue Ridge Parkway into thoughts and words, I realize the interconnectedness of the reality to my imaginations and dreams. Had I not dreamt of such a road trip, had I not imagined the light spilling from the lush green copious canopies, I would not have witnessed the Blue Ridge Parkway the way I did. I realized how my dream and imagination influenced my seeing. Scenes wore the spirit of my mind. The beautiful scenery around me was like frozen music.
The panorama of mountains in front decorated with autumnal colors locked my gaze and my unbidden thoughts invited my younger me in the twenties. We met with ease! I realized that when the spirit of the twenties and the wisdom of thirties commingles, one decides the next pursuit of life.
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Dilemma of Pursuit
While driving along this beautiful route which is indeed akin to a passage through paradise, I was happy. I was not pursuing this happiness though! My eyes were wandering to and forth from the snaking road ahead and the burst of autumnal colors on the trees at the side of the road. My mind was not burdened with any pursuit and my heart was at harmony with scenes and feelings. My chief emotion was
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You all guessed it right. She is my daughter Chirantana. She needed a bit of sunshine, some fallen leaves and love to glow with happiness. I and Siddhartha joined her joy and our happiness knew no bound.
Sunset over the Blue Ridge Mountains
As we drove, the sun slowly began to dive below the layers of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I saw a few tourists with their tripod and camera, enveloping the divine scene; the beauty!
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A passage through paradise
As we continued driving through the parkway after the sun dipped into the horizon, I saw the radiant sky. I stopped the car in a nearby lookout and took the camera to frame the scene. Being a storyteller, I always bring back not just pictures but my feelings along with them. I feel my voice will be heard when I capture a scene!
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Writing about the beautiful Blue Ridge Parkway is a project akin to photographing electricity, for it is inherently impossible to contain the boundless beauty in written words. So if you want to go for an unforgettable long drive then this is it! Plan a trip and then live it.If you want to go for an unforgettable long drive then this is it! Plan a trip and then live it. #Travel #roadtrip #USA Click To Tweet
When my trip came to an end. I thanked my younger self and told her “blessed is our youth and its dreams”. My younger me whispered, “Blessed is the naivety of the youth”.
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