I think I need a holiday from this holiday of mine. You know how it is when you get home after 12 months and everyone wants to meet you, feed you, look at your photos, get drunk with you, spend time with you. I have done all of that for six-good-weeks and now, I am over it. I just want to be tugged in my blanket with a book slash my laptop and get an unlimited supply of mum’s delicious meals from the kitchen. Even if I end up not fitting into my jeans and size-6 dresses. I’m on a holiday, right?
BUT I have 3 weeks of holiday left before reality barges into my door and has a good laugh at me. Only 24 days until I get to sleep till lunch time and not even make my own bed. Only 576 hours of homely love and pampered life. These numbers not only make me sad, but they make me want to break all the clocks and watches around me.
I might have a cure for this problem though. In order to stop myself from thinking of the leftover time, I have a small holiday planned for the last week of my stay at home. A friend of mine is visiting India from Brisbane and is staying with me for a couple of weeks. I have been busy showing her my city (Delhi) since the past couple of days (hence the dormancy from my side). And in that time period, a weird sort of irony struck me. While I was busy showing her the town from a local’s point of view, I got to see my own city from a touristy point of view. It looked different. Beautifully different.
So to entertain my friend and drive me away from home, my dad planned a 10-day trip to Rajasthan -a state in western India – and I figured that there is no better time for it, than now. I reckon, taking me away from the house is the best way to prepare me for the following 12-months in Brisbane. Even so my Brisbane life is minus the luxuries of home and my parents’ love.
Rajasthan is a beauty. The state is bursting with colour, feisty festivals, lantern-lit villages, and an enigmatic culture. It’s like the romantic state has been wrapped in a robe of royalty.
I can’t wait for my royal holiday to commence. And don’t you worry, there will be photographic and wordy updates for you all.
Until then, Namaste.