20/11/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal
I hate it when this happens! Thanks to my incessant procrastination Day 8, which is the 6th of June, 2013, has been lying around unattended since when I wrote it!
The fun is lost in writing a travelogue when something like this happens, I swear. I don’t even feel like posting it.
*Tries to calm down. Drinks coffee. Paces room. Abuses mobile phone for ringing. Comes back*
Fine. It’s a task, and I shall do it properly!
Dad, being a crazed “tourist” that he is, had decided that if we’re in Delhi and miss going to Agra it would be major travesty. You know what if Agra feels bad and all. I mean the Taj Mahal is going yellow and it could turn black any day now. (Un)luckily the tickets were available and we were almost set to leave for Agra since the 5th. Everything was awesome until suddenly I realised that by staying put in Delhi I would help myself to some real neat time killing and writing. So, I dropped the bomb to my unsuspecting co-travelers and, it was safe to say, they hated me. Especially my kid sister. The train was Non-AC and with pygmy sized seats and the temperature was like the Sun was sitting in your underpants. They hated me for being able to worm myself out of this one.
Only my dad was genuinely crest fallen. That means you won’t be able to see the The Taj, he asked. I said, Hell yeah, with a huge smile.
So today began with me saying a bye to my mum, dad and sister. They’d be returning by 2300 hrs the same day. While they spent the day getting suffocated in the train and I sat my butt on my cool and crisp bed sheet and got all my material out (Yes, I travel with my entire folder no matter where I go) and spread it out in front of me, sighed… and fell asleep.
In another part of nothern Uttar Pradesh the remainder of my family was sweating it out to reach Agra while I sat with my pseudo intentions all peaked up to an all time high and promptly fell asleep.
I fell sad for them. But…
Today wasn’t exactly worth writing about, actually. Although, to be honest I did write 3 pages worth while I chomped on cream crackers, biscuits and aerated drinks. The family returned by around 2100.
I’ll go now. Honestly.
- Travel: Day 0 (loquaciousscribbler.wordpress.com)
- Travel: Day 1 (loquaciousscribbler.wordpress.com)
- Travel: Day 2 (loquaciousscribbler.wordpress.com)
- Travel: Day 3 (loquaciousscribbler.wordpress.com)
- Travel: Day 4 (loquaciousscribbler.wordpress.com)
- Travel: Day 5 (loquaciousscribbler.wordpress.com)
- Travel: Day 6 (loquaciousscribbler.wordpress.com)
- Travel: Day 7 (loquaciousscribbler.wordpress.com)