Story Time with Stitch Your Map✨ #4 I took my first Solo Trip to Mysore from 28th-29th of October, 2022 and I stayed at a hostel there. I have stayed in hostels before, but with friends, so this experience was completely different because I met some amazing strangers there who were so different from me and yet so similar. We had some of the most meaningful conversations of my life that day and it ignited an inspiration and purpose in me like never before. That’s what travel does, and that’s what meeting new people does. This trip changed my perspective of travel and made it more people and experience centric there on, rather than it being about places. Extremely grateful for this experience in particular, Mysore and the Roambay Hostel there will always hold a special place in my heart!Sometimes I think about all the faces I have crossed paths with, whether it’s for a millisecond or for years. It can be the kid who lent me his sharpener in the first grade, or the Parantha wale bhaiya who shut his shop and you didn’t get to have that one last dish made by him. The choices are wild.I think about all the people I have ever interacted with in my life in phases, whether it’s someone I worked with for an MUN conference or while boarding a flight. I think about all the beautiful humans I have called friends, doesn’t matter if the status still holds true for them now, or has expired with time. While I think about these people, I wonder if I have made as much impact in their life as they have in mine?Does my kickboxing class partner ever randomly remembers how I never got that one particular exercise and skipped it each time? Because I still wonder if she got the uppercut technique she was gushing about all the time.Does the man getting out of Grant Road Station still remember how I tried to have the ‘f**k the rains’ attitude when the Mumbai ki Baarish decided to pour out of nowhere and had me all drenched? Because I still remember how casually he put the um