I am a traveler. The traveler in me showed up, when I was staring out of a sleeping train, into the sky with innumerable stars. I realized that I hadn’t star gazed for months. Those few hours, I could not ask for anything more. I was so content with being me. I had to crane my spondylitic neck up, against the bars that bounded the windows, and still I felt no pain. All that I was doing, was all for myself, solely for deriving some kind of mental satiety and peace that I always keep on chasing...like a thirsty traveler chases a mirage. And I grow so glad, when I find the key to my happiness, be it merely for a few hours. I relish every moment I spend with myself.That's all!