This was the day I took a bus from the airport to my hometown on my own for the very first time, right before New Year, 2020. I still don't know the exact route this bus took but I'm fairly certain we were driving along the Western Ghats.

I had my 2000s tamil, malayalam and hindi music playlist going, and a wonderful breeze in my hair because it had apparently just rained the night before. I was talking to my seat mate, a wonderful lady who turned out to be from my village, a friend of my mum's. Crazy small world.

It was quite possibly the best travel memory I have even though I remember very little of it because I was fairly sleep deprived after a night of....well some amount of drinking and just a lot of fun in bombay