375 days down the line till this very moment, as I write this, I am just as scared as the day it happened; or possibly even more. My heart still skips a beat at the very thought of it. Perhaps, that’s the thing about solo trips, no matter how many trips I’ve taken before, every time it feels like ‘tis the first time’.
I was in a theatre which is just one of a kind. The kind which is skirted by sand dunes on all of its sides. The kind which is perched on the Eastern edge of the Thar Desert. The kind that has peacocks, chinkaras (Indian Gazelles) and Blue Bulls as their casual spectators.