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Caption: Visiting the Queen

Visiting the Queen – 7

When you are all alone in a room, you get this irresistible urge to do a little bit of everything. Sing at a pitch that breaks your voice; do push-ups and give up before a count of five; get philosophical about everything  you see including a smelly water jug; write a…

Visiting the Queen – 6

The lobby looked neat with the reception desk in the left and a waiting area in the right. I showed the online booking slip to a receptionist, who started asking a series of questions (in fact everything except my lineage) for identification. After I filled the check-in form, she had a…

Visiting the Queen – 5

The journeys uphill always remind me of ‘point-n-click’ enthusiasts, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. The fact that it is a genetic disorder is scary as you’d have to endure them in the travel for generations to come. Sometimes, they don’t have a point in what they do. Hence…

Visiting the Queen – 4

I sensed the bus sharply swerving round a petrol bunk when I woke up from my head knocking back and forth upon the glass window.  With a sweaty neck and parched lips I realized I had turned on the exhaust sometime earlier, thanks to the indisputably misdirecting arrows on the AC…

Visiting the Queen – 3

Night bus journeys make me invariably sleepless. Buses never produce that lulling rhythm as do trains. And the occasional bumps royally work on your nerves, especially, when the bus is on a nonstop cruise and you have a full bladder – primed and ready to go. However, that night, I relished the…