Namaste India
I was delighted. Not just by the sight of the beautiful sand dunes in the distance and the comparatively untouched countryside which spread on both banks of the road or with the smooth, never- ending stretch of tarmac which didn’t challenge my spine with unexpected jolts from hidden pot-holes. My husband and I were enroute from Jaisalmer to Jodhpur from where we were to catch a flight back to the capital and the drive was like skimming over water. Notwithstanding the prospect of facing Delhi’s erratic mood during the monsoons and the ensuing traffic snags, my spirit soared. The real reason for my euphoria had been born at a moderate highway motel where we stopped for a midway tea break and which was pretentiously named The Palace Hotel . As we warmed our hands around steaming mugs of coffee, my husband smilingly confided that the cabbie had been enquiring from him whether I was a foreigner or an NRI. Well, I am neither a blonde ...