According to the map, only 200 meters separated me from the Rann of Kutch. The Rann Utsav was about to start in 3 days time and I wanted to reach there at least a day before. I made a mental calculation and assured myself of the feasibility of covering the remaining distance within 2 days time. As I safely tucked the route map in my pouch I felt a sense of pride in what I had achieved till now. Even a few years back, this would have been just an item in the bucket list but then one thing led to another and here I was, almost on the verge of achieving the impossible - yes, that is what they said. Impossible.
The leather jacket felt a bit heavy on my shoulders and the high leather boots made me a bit uncomfortable. But they surely grabbed eyeballs. Whenever I used to halt for a coffee in any roadside dhaba there was a bunch of inquisitive eyes who stared at me. Some smirked. Some passed comments in an effort to denigrate. Some flinched when I lit up a smoke. But all these didn't bother me. They will always look at you irrespective of what you wear and by now I was more than used to it. As Chhotey, which is a name given to each and every kid who works in a roadside dhaba, came with the cup of coffee he looked at me in bewilderment. The innocent eyes were fixed on me as I smiled at him. He smiled back and with one final glance, left.
My hair was tied in a bunch. I didn't get the chance to shampoo my hair for almost 4 days now and the possibility of doing so in the next few days was also bleak. Born to a middle class family in Mumbai, I was a pampered kid. Like any other girl I loved to wear shorts and dresses. Partying was a way of life then. My parents never stopped me from doing anything as my academics never gave them the opportunity to so. I had my share of flings and lost my virginity at the age of 15 with my tuition teacher who was 29 years elder to me. I had no regrets about my life till now and hopefully will never have so in future. So when I left my lucrative job at Barclays to fulfill my bucket list my parents were not shocked but like always my relatives were. They have always been for the past 28 years.
As I paid the money and headed towards my bike I checked my pouch to see the quantity of weed I was left with. During these cold winter nights marijuana kept me high and going.And most importantly, it kept me warm. Being a woman I lived life the way I wanted to and the rebellion in me always inspired me to do so. As I started my Harley Davidson and headed on to the highway I hummed my favorite Cohen numbers. I knew, "It's not the destination, it's the journey". Yes. It always was.
My hair was tied in a bunch. I didn't get the chance to shampoo my hair for almost 4 days now and the possibility of doing so in the next few days was also bleak. Born to a middle class family in Mumbai, I was a pampered kid. Like any other girl I loved to wear shorts and dresses. Partying was a way of life then. My parents never stopped me from doing anything as my academics never gave them the opportunity to so. I had my share of flings and lost my virginity at the age of 15 with my tuition teacher who was 29 years elder to me. I had no regrets about my life till now and hopefully will never have so in future. So when I left my lucrative job at Barclays to fulfill my bucket list my parents were not shocked but like always my relatives were. They have always been for the past 28 years.
As I paid the money and headed towards my bike I checked my pouch to see the quantity of weed I was left with. During these cold winter nights marijuana kept me high and going.And most importantly, it kept me warm. Being a woman I lived life the way I wanted to and the rebellion in me always inspired me to do so. As I started my Harley Davidson and headed on to the highway I hummed my favorite Cohen numbers. I knew, "It's not the destination, it's the journey". Yes. It always was.
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