Wanderlust

I want to travel to Phulera...and Bastar and places where rustic life is at its crudest best. I had this enlightening realisation that what my country truly is, isn't Mumbai or Delhi or Calcutta...Bangalore etc...the cosmopolitan hubs to show off the face of modern India.
What my country is made of still exists in the agricultural lands situated sombrely in the nooks and corners of this vast sub-continent.
I wonder what it would be like to traverse miles of fields by feet, seeking shelter under a banyan tree, seeing the dust cover my feet, while I still continue to walk...foregoing the superfast trains and fancy cars and fly overs! To experience the true hue of the land of Kamasutra. After all, history has its roots not in what I see and where I live now, but where I've never been and what I've not seen.
I want to explore territories that enrich me...maybe shed some light on the lives of the common people. It isn't enough just to know who wears a Versace gown the best or what is the latest colour and silhoutte that hits the runway in London. To recognize the very essence of existence, which though far from being moneyed and image conscious, is totally honest. That, in some way, I garner would be overwhelming and a humbling experience.
I lust that. I want to explore and experience that. For wanderlust has struck me again!