Blue: The Most Travelled Suitcase

I am blue, around medium-sized, and can hold 25-35 kgs. She picked me up exactly four years ago from the store. I remember the day she walked in with her husband, looked around, and chose me. I wasn’t flashy, just reliable, with a sturdy build that would stand out. Ever since that day, I’ve lived a life that most suitcases can only dream of.

I’ve travelled across the world, sometimes with her, sometimes with her spouse, sometimes even with her friends who sneak me away for their adventures. I dare say I might have more stamps in my memories than she does in her passport.

My first trip out of the house was to the Maldives, where I was thrown onto a speedboat, gliding over turquoise waters that matched my hue, to a water villa that smelled like salt and serenity. Since then, I’ve seen sandy beaches, snowy mountains, bustling cities, and quiet hideaways.

I’ve been sun-kissed in Abu Dhabi and Dubai, rain-drenched in Phuket, and misted by the cool air of Halong Bay in Vietnam. I’ve landed — all soaked — at a tiny airport in Cappadocia, only to be driven to a magical cave hotel. I’ve been hauled onto a sledge and dragged through the snow to reach a hidden hilltop resort in Kashmir.

I’ve admired kangaroos in Australia, passed by entrepreneurs in Silicon Valley, soaked in the chaos of Mumbai, strolled through Patna, Ahmedabad, Mumbai, and Delhi, and also been to tiny little islands like Daman and Diu.

And oh, the flights I’ve taken — Emirates, Etihad, IndiGo, Turkish Airlines, Air India, VietJet, Singapore Airlines- each have their rhythm. I’ve rolled down ramps, been tossed into cargo holds, and carried through airports at a pace that would shame Olympic runners. I’ve gathered scrapes, scuffs, and stains along the way. Each one, a badge of honour. A little older, a little rougher around the edges, but still game for more.

She may have picked a newer, shinier suitcase recently — grey, boxy, plastic. But I know I’m still her first love. And sometimes, when the dog sniffs me eagerly after a long trip, I feel like a storyteller returning from a wild quest. I whisper silent tales to the dog of all my adventures.

Each journey has tested me differently, but I’ve taken it all in my stride. How do they say, "Been there. Done that."

And I’m not done yet. New countries await. New stamps. New stories. New scrapes.

I’m Blue. The most travelled suitcase. And I’ve got miles to go.