Being hard core South Indians, we took a trip to Ujjain and got hooked onto it. It was not all that difficult as my husband knowing not even a word in Hindi made it out to be. I studied Hindi in school and also lived couple of years in North India and so was quite confident of managing the trip well. It brought about a change in my husband who started enjoying trips to North and he was proud of his language prowess he had gained during the trip. So bang came our next trip and this time with our daughter to Haridwar and Rishikesh. All people and the internet told us is about Ganga Arati and its spiritual specialty in the evening on the banks of Ganga. The trip we planned was in the month of May to align with our daughter’s holidays. With people scaring us on the heat, we, as Chennaiites are never to be discouraged by heat, after all we live in a place where the sun rules most of the months in the year.
Our daughter put the first block saying if it is only about Ganga, she is not interested. I assured her that we will make the trip worthwhile for her. We decided to hire a 4-wheeler from Delhi and retain it till we return to Delhi on the way home. The only thing we arranged was the stay, again a shot at #TheBlindList we had curated from the net. We arrived in Haridwar and we had booked a solid 4 days there with a trip to Rishikesh in between. It did not take us long to understand that we were at the base of the Himalayas and the town of Haridwar meandered along the banks of the Ganges.
Ever been with a starry-eyed young professional with promise, raring to take the world by storm and into his own hands? It was among that lot that I was a part of, and it had been quite a while since I had lost the sense of purpose of being with the family both mentally and physically. To not let matters get out of hand, literally, I planned an impromptu trip to a hill station in the southern part of India. My friends were quite puzzled on my travel plans when they knew my domestic harmony was at stake. My answer to them was simple. It is not the threat of losing my way with my family, but the thought of putting into perspective as to what I wanted to do with my life, the very inspiration of my tryst with travel.