When my wife and I whisked away on our honeymoon, we ditched our prior notions of a decadent five-star carousal for a more modest road trip in my favourite state, Rajasthan, where I had spent my early years. It was our first official holiday together as man and woman, and unlike the elaborate ruses concocted for my mysterious disappearances previously, this one had the blessings of both families. And we cherished that time with each other even more because of that freedom. My wife saw glimpses of my childhood, places that were formative; we shared an evening outside Jaipur’s Hawa Mahal and dined in candlelight at Udaipur’s Lake Pichola. Ten years have passed, and more exotic vacations have come true, but nothing will sandpaper the tenderness of our Rajasthan journey.
– Nitin Chaudhary
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