9.50 PM, 28 July 2025: A mountain of clothes smiling from a corner of the room. Or, are they grumpy for not being sunkissed and smelling fresh? Can't predict. Thanks to the weather. It could be both. Just like I was this morning. Had forgotten that it's not a hotel and that I was back to adulting -- washing and drying clothes would not really end. I rather gear up for Part 2 of the road trip kahani (story) , exactly a week after the night we said goodbye to Ganesh mess (my husband halfheartedly, because he did not get a porotta for dinner). After Rameshwaram's night views and sounds, we knew that "seeing" the sun rise the next morning sounded like a distant dream. Anyway, since enquiries were done the previous night, the guys did not have trouble finding tea early in the morning. Dhanushkodi beckoned soon after. After what seemed like a drive through a road away from the vagaries of city life, we were soon on a road that offered scenic views of the Arabian Sea...
Those who have convinced me to take a road trip in my life are well aware of how that is no joke. Some who might be reading this may already be making faces. On road, in a four wheeler-- a car precisely--the thought can sometimes lead me to go in search of a bag (not the backpack but a plastic one for obvious reason). While a bike trip to Kabini is next on their list (was before this trip but due to signing me up inadvertently or advertently, they are still waiting for it), they decided Rameshwaram, Dhanushkodi and Madurai be the next destinations. And guess what? I was the one supposed to design the itinerary. Why? So that they could very well ignore my sarcasm and breathe easy. So, for the first time in my life, I learnt to put AI to good use. Wow! It's really worth exploring. But (sorry to break your bubble guys, it was indeed AI peppered with our dialogues, and not DI), of course, better than any AI, the gang had already come up with a list of places to eat bun porotta , jigar...