Ah, what would I do without you ! You pile up work on my desk, you drain out my "already brooding" bank account, you make me admire the travel agent's plastic smile, you make me Google, you make me buy shoes when I shouldn't, and you make me carry some 10 odd kilograms of gear across borders.
But you've always been there, even when I looked out of my window and watched my neighbor leave for the airport. You were there when my little shoes made me run to the airport's viewer's gallery, to catch a glimpse of an aircraft for the first time in my life. And you were there when I was trying to smell the mountains through the car's window, on my way to Darjeeling.
Oh Wanderlust.... what would I do without you ?