How I love to travel!
Sitting at the airport this morning, I watched the people around me.
Some confident, some scared. Most busy on their mobile phones and laptops.
Impatience: that’s what’s in the air. I watch everyone even as I read, my eyes darting from book to face, book to face. How do I appear, I wonder …?
Landing in Ahmedabad made my lips twitch. I was in a plane that reminded me of days gone by, a small plane that looked like it belonged to a different age … I let my imagination go wild. And then I remembered the time, all those years ago, when I was stranded in Ahmedabad for hours together. I smiled, shouldered my bag and walked into the airport.
The feeling of reaching a new place with different people overwhelmed me.
All the way to my hotel, my heart kept leaping to my throat. The signals seem to be showpieces. No one notices them. Honk-honk-honk at the signal, even if someone else’s signal is green and yours is red. Honk-honk-honk defeats the signal each time.
And then the rickshaw meters. Unfathomable contraptions next to the driver, on the basis of which bewildering calculations are made.
Induben Khakrawala. I had been told to go there, and it brought to mind a version of Pune’s Chitale – in a different place, but just as typical.
Wanderlust. What a wonderful thing it is.