India will always be torn between the urban and rural, yes I’m talking about the two prodigals -the more used city life and the lesser explored countryside. As a traveller I’ll always try to escape from the day to day rataplan to a no zone of comfort and far from mobile networks, shopping malls, traffic snarls, hooliganism, and last but not the least OFFICE. I would like to see myself… wearing a gamocha (traditional cotton towel)  and bathing in water drawn from a nalkoop (hand pump) under the open sky, in a panchyat under the banyan tree than yawning at a conference meeting, in a clay walled and thatched roof hut instead of lavishly painted brick walls and plastered ceilings. 

So the traveller in me dreams of a rural scape in India that leads to discover how silkworms turned to smooth flowing drapes, how turmeric roots became face cream, how Neem Patta (Nimtree leaves) became a component to preserve the shine of our teeth in the form of Neem tooth paste, how tigers of your calendars ravaged villages and how sowing of seeds develop into vegetables and these seeds are later served as a palatable dish.