Last few months, from December to be precise, have been a traveller’s delight. I have been to Ayodhya, Goa, Gurgaon and back. Today, I am again travelling to Gurgaon enroute to Vrindavan, where I will head tomorrow. It feels nice to have time flexibility to travel as and when the need be.
Though I don’t enjoy travel now as much as I used to a decade ago, it’s a grace that I can and I am travelling. Not much of it is my doing though. I don’t make plans individually. They are more of family decisions of which I am a part, more of a cosmic plan to include me in plans I don’t make.
Isn’t it something?
