The Girls at Medak Fort

Last weekend, I decided to go on a solo tour of Medak, a small village-town, about 110 km from the city of Hyderabad. This is the first time I ever went somewhere alone, and I loved every bit of it. Exploring a place on your own has a charm about it. It is an exhilarating feeling and I’d recommend every person to travel alone at least once, even if it is a short one day trip like mine.

I had a very interesting experience on this trip. I met three girls at Medak fort, who were studying nursing in a nearby college. We started talking, and all three of them were so fascinated with my stories about my work, and travelling, and how I’m so independent. We spoke for a long time, about me, their studies, and their families. I took them for some tea, and they took me to the Medak church nearby.

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Medak Church, with Amulu, Sonu and Sanjana

That day, listening to the three girls, I realized how privileged I am. There are so many things I should be thankful for – my family, friends, education and all the opportunities I got in my life. But I forget. We all forget about the little things that define us, that got us this far in life.

I told those girls to study well and put themselves first. But I know not everyone has it easy. I don’t know if I’ll meet them again, but I do hope that our little meeting inspired them enough to make a good life for themselves.

It was surprising, knowing that my ordinary life could be so extraordinary for someone. It served as a little reminder of all the things I take for granted, and I hope I never forget that.

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