Traveling alone, I attracted a small band of followers as soon as I arrived at the station. The first enlistees, two red-smocked, officially badged suitcase wallahs, boarded my train before it stopped moving. Completely unbidden, one grabbed my suitcase, the other my tote. To carry the bags, they balanced them on their turban-wrapped heads like wacky hats.
Sounds familiar? Read on, this essay about travel to New Delhi is from Washington Post Travel Section.
I only had one wish after reading it, that the author would open her eyes wide and notice that in 2005 there are very few women in Delhi who wear sari. Sometimes, when I go to the malls it is ages after I see anyone in Sari. The sari power is now manifested in other guises.
I am Mridula Dwivedi, I love to travel! I started my travel blog in 2005. I have been going places since! For more details do check out my media kit! In another life I did a Ph.D. from IIT Kanpur. I was a professor when I quit my job in 2015.
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