It’s 1.05am. In less than 3 hours I’m to rouse myself and make my way to that flight.

I’m going with 5 others. For 2 weeks. This is something I haven’t done in the last close to 15 years: travel anywhere in a group. There is none of the tension that shy, panicky-me-feels at the prospect of travel. Maybe I’d forgotten what (possibly false) security there is, in travelling in groups.

My travelling partners:

The little one: Me only sibling. 5 years behind me in age, light years ahead in wisdom. Arvind Bharathi

The littler one: Erstwhile colleague in HR, & the light of Arvind’s life. Madiha Ali

The travelling one: Inveterate traveller, friend-maker, enthusiastic laugher. Reena Chengappa.

The quiet one: Crazy talented designer, batter half of abovementioned, insane runner. Athreya Chidambi.

People have been asking me how I’m feeling about the trip. Besides mild guilt at not feeling anything? Uh. Nothing.

Maybe my sense of adventure needs a kickstart by way of starry skies that are promised tomorrow.

Will keep chatter on, from the road. Maybe this will keep it nice and fresh for me, when I read it in my old age. Which is… a few months away 🙂 Memory. Can be a fickle thing. So. Chatter.

For now, I’ll try and get a few zzzzzs in.

And before heading out, leave the reminder for itchy feet behind 🙂 there’s time enough to reacquaint once I’m back.