Apparently, there are a lot of fantasies that we as Indians grow up with. Spanning from ranging across the highest peaks to beguiling an idyllic life in the beaches of India that exudes the vibes of Miami, these fantasies rake our world inside out.
However, the reality is very different. Barring a few people, who are by heart dedicated to the love of wanderlust, it is very rare to spot a religious traveler and then to fabricate the true inert beauty of a place, destroys the core idea of traveling across the nation.
Let us just take a look at our very own beaches. We, Indians want it to be deluged with wonderfully lissome characters from our very dreams, while we ourselves are probably not ready to accept our own flaws.
There is a very funny side to this though. Looking around at the beautiful azure waters of the seas and oceans, which at times are embellished with rank sunsets, the remaining is the Indian version of our fantasies.
With people dressed in the weirdest ways in an effort to emulate foreigners who actually knows how to sport a dress, to people ogling at a handful of beautiful girls, you would find it all on our beach.
Our expectations range to the sexiest bikinis while the reality offers us fully dressed people stuttering and staggering at the slightest hits of a wave.
I still remember my visit to the Ross and Smith Islands in Andaman. It is frequented very rarely and it probably has the scenes right out of our fantasy which one expects to witness. With wonderful people flowing by the waves of the enormous sea as smooth as you can, you would probably witness paradise there if you are a sea lover.
