As much as I loved to travel, I needed a good career, a good salary and a good stable lifestyle equally. I like the idea of being a good professional, with a kickass package, but that means it also requires a fair amount of billable work hours and uncompromised commitment. I cant be on the road anymore and live like a nomad, because no matter who tells you what, its not feasible in the long run. Travel cannot provide you a living. And lets accept it, I can not always be frugal about my travel choices. I need to earn to support the life of my dreams. And this is when the confusion started and the irritation seeped in. I didn’t know if I was failing at my passion, or was I just doing it wrong? Or was everyone around me overdoing it. And overrating it.

Like every other girl, I grew up believing in fairy tales. My childhood was filled with dreamy characters – prince and princesses, magicians and knights, witches and monsters, goblins and dwarfs. The world was not made of skyscrapers and busy cities, but was built into one magnificent castle, packed in a musical snow globe. And the only question I always asked secretly was, “What if, someday it all came true?” And last night, it really did.

I cant stop to think of airports, trains and flights, which will be filled with excited faces, spreading love all around. Parents, friends, siblings, and lovers waiting to be hugged and longingly loved. Travel is indeed, full of love this week, and therefore this post is all about #TravelLoveStories from around the world. Each of these short love stories, made me smile today, and reassured me, that we have not really lost it all, and never will. Because love, comes at the strangest of times, in the strangest of ways and with the strangest of people…