The Traveller’s Journey

As the traveller advanced down West 32nd St. leaving Penn Station behind him, he entered another cultural niche in the vast city of New York. Stuck in the midst of strangers on the crowded street, his cone of vision could only point upwards. The red, green and yellow signs became more illustrious against the dusky sky with each passing minute; the night was coming. The approaching darkness, the foreign murmur of the pedestrians, the blasting incomprehensible music from the nearby karaoke bar and the incomprehensible bright signs present in his cone of vision made the traveller panic. He felt like a novice in the very city, which he spent several years exploring. But the traveller did not quail, for he had yet to accomplish his goal. He still needed to shed his fear of the unknown and explore this foreign setting, for he wanted to take a further step in becoming a better New Yorker. Maybe then, the traveller would not feel like a traveller anymore.