Chiiz Volume 02 : Maternity Photography | Page 19

for self-identity - all in all, I was having a millennial’s quarter life crisis at the age of 22. One day, I had a panic attack on my way to work and I knew, this was a sign of my mind yelling, It had ENOUGH. Swati Rawat New Delhi, India Mud Houses Nikon D810 200mm F/2.8 1/500s ISO80 The Concepts Of Solo Travel: Swati Rawat T ravel. One word, two syllables, and a deep feeling of contentment at the core of your being. Just one word, when in action can suddenly make your day a lot brighter. One word, endless memories. So much power…….all enclosed in just one word! The Solitary Reaper: Swati Rawat [email protected] Strange, isn’t it? How just a word can instantly make you feel alive, a word as powerful and lively as ‘love’. But would it be fair to give the credit to just the characters that arranged themselves to form this term while forgetting the essence behind it’s all so subjective meaning and associated feelings? Maybe not, but travelling like many great things, is easier said than done. People always make plans, some for the upcoming weeks, other for the coming 70 Vol 2 years and many times, these eggs remain unhatched and the undeveloped baby never really comes out of their thin cracked shells. I don’t blame them. In this era where people work hard not just to cope-up with each other but with the evolving technologies too, one hardly gets time to take out for themselves, let alone travel. We get so consumed in the process of creating a future that we press a skip button for creating our present. We trade our bucket full of travel wishes with shabby procrastination and we do it until we come face to face with ‘The Push’. Like many travellers, I too was made familiar ‘The Push’ during my early twenties and I had never been so grateful in my life for such a horrid thing because if it wasn’t for that, I would have never travelled solo. Being a 90’s kid, I witnessed the evolving hues of life before and after the social media apocalypse. In a digital era with ‘update’ overload where someone at some corner of the world has something to share, you are in a constant state of decision making of either responding to the information (physically or mentally) or completely ignoring it with a down scroll. And when you are somebody who’s fresh out of college, still trying to figure out your place in the universe and employed in an office where work is dull and burdensome, every little new update looks unnerving. My personal life was draining down a spiralling rabbit hole and I was getting consumed by the constant hammering of existential crisis and a search And in this unconventional way, I met my ‘Push’. I wanted to run away to the farthest possible place as soon as possible but a quick casual glimpse into my bank account burst my hopes in the cold mid-ai