There's a reason experts say you should travel. It's for sure to explore new places, have new experiences, and make memories. But lately with my recent travels I have realised it's mainly to meet you, explore yourself and find memories which were long lost. It seems crazy doesn't it? But to me this seems so true. I had always longed to travel. Even when I was a kid, I watched all the travel documentaries that used to come on Discovery. Lonely Planet was my favourite. Back then, I thought world has so much to give us and for us to explore. I was a kid in a small town hoping to be someone, hoping to visit everywhere. But I did not know this that it is not only to bring back something from all your travels but to leave some part of you behind.
I went for a long vacation recently and I will cover that in my following blogs. But, I particularly want to talk about my recent visit to a small town in Ontario called Elora. It was almost 1.5 hours drive from Toronto. While avoiding the highways, we took more scenic route going via internal roads which opened us to the scenic beauty of Ontario. The lush green pastures, farming lands and huge houses. It was like going back in time and seeing something simple almost pure. The longing for such life overtakes your senses and in your mind you start living a simple but tedious farmer life. I would love to do that. I wish reality could be that pure and simple too.
After having a euphoric brunch at Gorge restaurant we headed to the city. A small downtown over a small stream and Gorge falls. the place was magical. It looked like those autumn cards where everything looks so serene and aesthetically pleasing. Small shops, supporting and promoting local business. There were old vintage shops selling clothes, house decorative items, books and what not. Oh the charm of these shops!
There was this shop where I spent so much time looking that I wanted to buy everything. It had vintage collection of decorative home items like English tea cups, tea posts, crystal items etc. While looking around my eyes went on painted tiles. And immediately I felt my mind left my body and went back in 1999. Reminded me of my school days when we painted tiles as part of SUPW. It was a memory almost lost to time. I was surprised that memory even was there in my conceince. Don’t know where it was hidden. I was so glad I found it. It made me wonder Canada has nothing in common with my home town then why visiting old towns and vintage stores, weather and even people reminded me of my childhood. I wonder…
While the thoughts were lingering I entered the second store. A vintage store again selling vintage items like posters, diaries, gems, jewellery etc. It was a huge shop.While figuring out which vintage poster would look best on my board, I saw a pocket compasses. Beautiful ones in all sizes. And just like that, my mind left my body again to 2005. It brought back emotions forgotten and suppressed. I'd once gifted a compass to someone I knew in the 12th grade. I borrowed money from a classmate. It took me a while to return the money back. I bought it from a vintage store in Mussoorie. The memory just came back… just like that. Why? It wasn’t like I was trying to remember something. It made me think of time. How much time has passed or did it pass? Did after purchasing that watch in 2005, I had a dream that night and I am in Elora or did I in present travelled back in time and made it happen? It was so difficult to understand. Between the nostalgia, dream and some distant thoughts… I was stuck.
I loved Physics as a kid. Of course, that time purely for the mysteries and academic reasons. But today it made me contemplate about time in a pholosphical sense. Memories like these when hit me, I feel so helpless and sad. Where did that time go? Have we moved extremely fast or more sadly so, moved very far? I missed my older self so badly. I could feel my heart ache thinking of the more simple and pure time.Where did it go? Where was it stored and why did it come back?
In a distance I saw some trees turning yellow, orange and red. They were shedding off their leaves and were preparing to embrace the long cold Candian winters. It made me think, were they also nostalgic of the leaves they lost? Or were they just embracing the ebb and flow of time or were they dreaming about the new leaves they will get in the spring of 2024. One can only wonder. I could feel the evening air getting colder. It was time for me to head back home.

