Frosty is on its way home. Aboard a nice train from Udaipur, it is racing now towards Delhi. It needs an urgent heart transplant. The doctor is ready. Hopefully a spare heart will be here by the time Frosty arrives. Its been a long painful time for her.
Ever. Bad decision. Shouldn’t have come to Delhi. Happy miserable whatever it was, Mumbai was it. I should have stayed here. I don’t know why I came. Shit. Should have stayed away.
I got a mail from an old friend recently. So old that I had almost forgotten he exists. And he actually thanked me for doing something I did and that it inspired him. It wasn’t exactly the bolt from the blue that changes one’s life but it set me thinking.
No, that was not the destination planned for this journey. It was supposed to end about 650 kms ahead, in New Delhi. I was shifting base and I was loaded to the hilt. And I came to a griding halt on one fine morning in the middle of the desert. Life just likes to have some fun.
The night before, I got my oil changed (and my oil fiter, now I know). And rode on through to Udaipur on the first day. Distance: About 850 kms. Time: 15 hours. Had the compnay of Mr. Sethi till Vapi. Then pulled on alone. The night at Udaipur was like any other night. Then morning came.
I am taking a train journey after so long. A few years I think. The last one was to Diu, I think. And it wasn’t the best. I think this one’s going to be much better.
By the way, a very close friend of mine bought a cycle. Yeah, the one without a motor. A Hercules Ryders. Lovely looking set of wheels. I have reason to think I had something to do with the choice of the model. Look at his post here. I think I will buy a cycle someday. A mountain bike.
Mumbai, here I come.