A Traveler's Memoir

I couldn't ride far, the story of two friends from the road ended with one leaving home after 1200 kilometres. I tried camping but was guided to Bhairagi Baba mutt. There were 2 old men living there, who were priests at the temple, one was out of town. Another man in his 30s got them necessary groceries and things from the town. They served me a satisfying meal with rice, dhal, potato fry and boiled channa. After a grand meal, I slept on a mat with my blanket, going back in time. It all started in Ooty. I felt like being born there. When I asked dad for a bike in my 11th Std, he gave me 16000 to buy a moped, Kinetic King. I sold it within a month to buy a Suzuki Shogun, later exchanged the shogun for a Honda Shine. That Shine was the most beautiful ride I've ever ridden in my entire life. She was a beautiful story which got stolen by a friend. After Shine was gone I was low, even my parents were in another country. When I told them about the bike, they said it's ok and not ...

The Biryani, Seetaphal icecream, Irani Chai Rajinikanth took me out for lunch and treated me to some Nawabi delicacy, Hyderabadi dum biryani. I wanted to try at a local place and he took me. The tender meat, the flavour of spices, with a touch of masala, served with kebab and dhal. It was the feeling of satisfaction. If you want to know the value of food, feed a traveller. He bought me Seetaphal ice cream for dessert, which I wasn't a fan of at first but started liking the flavour of the fruit with the taste of milk. Rishoo Mittal visited our home last year, through Couchsurfing. I remember taking him around Coorg, on the Jawa. Later, He referred me to Dom and Enoch who stayed at the homestay. Dom promised to buy me a Hyderabadi Biryani and Irani chai when I visited Hyderabad. We caught up in the evening for a lavish, full to the brim luxury restaurant dinner. Dom had Rotis with gravy while I and Enoch finished one mutton biryani each and ordered another. He managed to finish most ...