In 2009, I traveled to Bangalore and Mysore. Spent a week in the sprawling provincial capital, absorbed the sights and sounds of the elites and the poor. I traveled into the maze-like networks of back lanes and confusing alleys; my outreach led me to the slums. Then I spent time in Mysore, a dusty and hot city. The long journey from Bangalore to Mysore was bearable as I was on an adrenaline-rush.
I have tried to subdue this wader-lust, but with little success. Ah, I need to travel, and impatience is something I hesitate to fight. Thoughts wander randomly, and I am about to surrender to the sensation — I am already making mental notes of my next adventure.