The ‘time machine’ has been around ever since I can remember. It was there to welcome me when I was brought home as a newborn. It witnessed me running and playing around the house as a child. It was with me through my laughter and tears, my hectic exam schedules, through my graduation and other important moments in my life. Feeling ashamed that I am so ungrateful to such an old friend, I decided to know more about this antique and started enquiring about it. The more I found out, the more I became impressed.

Nowadays it is difficult to find a non-traveller. Everyone seems to wander a lot. There is not one day that I can open Facebook without having to endure hash tags and photos with a motorcycle, shades and hand gestures that signifies victory and cheers. People who visit the unreachable destinations through formerly untrodden paths are increasing by day…