The pink city

After Gujarat, we headed to Jaipur—the pink city. Pink was my least favourite colour, but after the long clanking train journey, I forgave the city for being pink.

Last day in Mamallapuram

I ate rava dosa when a cow edged to the door of the restaurant. It took one tiny step at a time, its nose twitching for something to eat. When I finished, I folded my banana leaf plate and handed it to the waiter, gesturing towards the cow. The remnants of my breakfast were gone in a matter of seconds.