I am gripped by a feverish desire to backpack. Alone. In India.
I have travelled alone before, for work, for exams, for just the day, for a week, in train, in bus, in a hurry. But I have never travelled alone for pleasure inside India. It is easy when you are abroad, nobody gives you a second glance. But a girl travelling alone in India, without a purpose, and with no destination at the end of the day. Doesn't seem possible, does it? To me either. Hence the feverish desire perhaps.
Rite of passage or foolhardy spirit? More on this later.
I have travelled alone before, for work, for exams, for just the day, for a week, in train, in bus, in a hurry. But I have never travelled alone for pleasure inside India. It is easy when you are abroad, nobody gives you a second glance. But a girl travelling alone in India, without a purpose, and with no destination at the end of the day. Doesn't seem possible, does it? To me either. Hence the feverish desire perhaps.
Rite of passage or foolhardy spirit? More on this later.
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