And five reasons why you might probably want to reconsider too
Roadtrips (defn.): 400-kilometers of a seemingly primrose path through the rustic town of Vagamon; a driver dead on one’s feet (the pleasures of a worn-out clutch on a manual transmission) hounded by his equally steamed co-passengers in their rented 1.2-litre Kappa engine powered Hyundai i20 with its ‘Check Engine Light’ on; and, a six-inch nail punctured into the rear-left tire… is probably not the definition you were expecting. And neither were we.
It’s nearly the end of 2020. Under ordinary circumstances, this would have been the period where my friends and I would have just returned from our due binding tradition, the semestrial travel episode.
But in no terms are we in any form of something, less than extraordinary and bizarre. The current form of travel for me is to wistfully dwell over my past adventures. And in this ruminative state-imposed because of the prolonged quarantine across the country, gives me space and time to value the learnings from each adventure.
I distinctly remember my first trip during college. We decided on…
Writing through correlations and irrefutable facts. Social footprint @dhruvshettty