A trip to "Home" Janakpur
I was told I belong to Janakpur but, growing up in the bustling capital, Kathmandu, I’d never gotten the chance to even visit my hometown properly. Just by looking at postcards and brochures, I taught myself how to identify my originality. This year, however, my family decided it was finally about time we know where we come from and planned a nice, short family trip to Janakpur. It was just me, my older brother, my mom and my dad, packing up whatever we think we need in such a short time, and rushing to what they called ‘home’. As a family that rarely makes any travel plans at all, it was a very fresh family bonding experience for once. The trip started as we carried our backpacks and decided to go by bus because we wanted to have the whole road trip experience on the course.
You see, the thing is, when you’ve lived in a city surrounded by hills on all four sides your entire life, your eye catches a habit of always knowing that there are hills somewhere along the lines, no matter where you look. So watching the hills blend into the plains as we entered the Terai Region, my eyes had already gotten homesick looking at the sky stand upon the empty plains with nothing in between. Nevertheless, I still had the excitement rushing through my body when we entered the different surroundings in such a closure. They say every city gives you a new feeling. As a matter of fact, I realized it was true as I slowly watched myself enter the city of Janakpur through the delicate blue light of dusk hitting the green farms and the colorful houses.
The smell of fresh fruit being sold on the early morning streets, the faint lights slowly turning off from the houses as the sun was about to come up and the gentle sound of radio playing from somewhere around was what welcomed me to the city. As we walked softly from the highway to the narrow streets, from one neighbourhood to the other, I couldn’t help but admire the small quiet houses and the morning eagerness of the people. It was as though I was breathing a whole new type of air, the kind that gives you a strange feeling of comfort. Soon enough we reached the house we were supposed to stay at and the summer temperature slowly started increasing. Which, unfortunately, obligated us to stay inside for the entire day and only go out during the evenings and the night as the cool, lively breeze passed right through us. I wasn’t too disappointed though. Sleeping in all day and going out as the sun slowly goes down until late night is like every average teenager’s dream.
We, first, took our chances and visited every temple we possibly could that evening after my mother constantly insisted to do so all day. We were walking and exploring the streets that were completely new and adventurous for me and my brother while our parents seemed to know every nook and corner of that same street. Our parents, mom especially, as we walked through the random streets, told us stories about how they grew up right there with their siblings and friends. Stories that made that ‘random’ street so much more special with those nostalgic smile on their faces. It is kind of strange, how such new places can make you feel so many new feelings you never knew. Laughing around with the dumb, yet funny stories of how our parents were when they were just kids and enjoying the cheap street foods that tasted so much better than we expected, our evening just flew by with a pleasing breath of satisfaction as we went to sleep that night.
The next morning we woke up at like am in the morning with this whole energetic and enthusiastic spirit of my dad. He somehow convinced us all to go for a nice morning walk all around the city and pulled us outside right away, before even giving us a chance to say yes. As we walked through the city, we realized that people here always tend to wake up that early in the mornings, finish their household chores and leave for work or school already. We visited more temples, ponds and streams, neighborhoods and parks that still managed to return home before the sunlight got stronger.
We realized how we didn’t have too many days left here now so we decided to go for a long ride through the villages in our motorbikes in the early afternoon, despite the heat. And let me tell you, there’s nothing better than riding through the straight, long road with greenery in every corner that catches your eye and tiny houses and villages that come around pretty often with the fresh smell of livelihood. I felt peaceful, out of the chaotic everyday environment of Kathmandu, between nature at its purest form. Later, when we reached home that night, it was already late and the heat inside was killing us. So we decided to sleep on the terrace, under the stars, as the cool night wind blows through. Again, unlike Kathmandu, the stars were so much clearer and brighter there, I couldn’t help but stare at the sky until I fell asleep under the warm embrace of the peaceful night sky. It was right then when I realized, as such busy people in today’s fast moving world, we rarely take our chances to simply admire the beautiful nature.
My favorite thing about the trip, however, was watching my parents relive their childhood and look at their home with such love and admiration after so long. They had this smile on their faces all along as they slowly realized how precious their life here had actually become. Exploring the old abandoned mud houses in the villages that once used to be their happy place every single day finally gave me the excuse to look at how their lives used to be, how different my life is and how I wish I was a part of that age old life as well. I realized how one can never learn what’s beyond the walls without taking an extra step outside of it. How our limitations never exceed if we keep ourselves to just one way of thinking. Although we returned with only a couple of days of memories, I can now totally see myself planning more trips with my family, or even solo trips to places least expected.