So I quit my dayjob and spent one month
putting my work together, chilling at home and watching Pakistani shows on the
television. Starting January, I embarked on a four week long journey across
India.
The travels were intended to help me breathe and revisit
some of my favourite places and people in life. The timing also helped me
escape the dreary Delhi winters and figure the next steps in life (the next
dayjob, work life balance, why am I on this planet, etc). Unthinking much while
I was planning the whole trip broadly, I remember freaking out a little just
the night before leaving. A month felt like a little long time and travelling
alone felt slightly daunting. What were the odds that my new day job would take
me outside of Delhi (the city that strangely feels like home now)? What if I
just got bored midway? What if all this solo travel got to me?
I realized pretty soon that, even though I was travelling
solo, it was hardly so because, at each place that went to, I was meeting and
staying at homes of close friends and family. These were people who’ve been
close to me at different points in life and this time around, they were sharing
with me slices from their lives in their cities. Along with the people, there
were also places that I had been to in the past and had always wanted to
revisit. Going back and spending time with these people and places reminded me
of why I had always loved them so dearly. It was
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| Jaipur, Rajasthan |
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| Mumbai (Bombay), Maharashtra |
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Hyderabad, Telangana
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Badami, Karnataka
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| Hampi, Karnataka |
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| Chennai, Tamil Nadu |
