Eat, Pray, Love, Travel

My Aunt, whom I lovingly call Ranga, won the so-called-lottery! The award was, a holiday at Digha for two days with Mom, Dad, Bro, me...and of course, our Zen Estillo who is also an esteemed member of our family!

When I woke up in the morning, we still had no clue that we might be embarking on a weekend trip. Then the proposal was laid down by dad, supported by bro and me and approved by mom! So that left out one seat in our car – which was taken up by Ranga.

Within the next one hour, all bags were packed. Amidst the flurry of activity, I could hear someone float out a criticism of the entire event – “Trips should always be planned...We plan trips months beforehand...What is this sudden hullabaloo?!” Fact is, our idea of travelling is something quite the opposite. Where is the fun if all stuff are planned and disciplined to look like a robotics program? There is a certain ecstasy attached with last minute preparations, with getting on the car and remembering we forgot our sunglasses, with zooming along highways and stopping at dusty petrol pumps to fuel up the car, with eating at Dhabas, with the very thought that our night will be spent far away from monotonous life... That’s what we call ‘Travelling’!