Cousin C’s husband R is a helicopter pilot and had to fly to Jaipur for a maintenance schedule. Wishing to get away from the boring life I’d have to live the next few days of holidays…tagged along with him, on the condition that we stop over at Udaipur. Flew as far beyond Jodhpur…right onto the sand-dunes that swirled in circles when we descended closer to the waves of sand. Scared a herd of grazing camels, which fled from the monstrous machine that chopped right over their heads!! I’m sure the herdsmen must have showered the choicest abuses on us…but the fun was worth it!
(Tarzan?)
Did the weirdest things in my life…like doing a tarzan act, swinging on the trailing roots of a Banyan tree, which we spotted on the road from Chittorgarh (where we left the chopper) and Udaipur.
Couldn’t contact K at all…since the mobile was not getting signals most of the day.
Drained out completely, hit the sack at uncle’s place…of course, after an impromptu party with booze comprising the main menu!
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