18th May,2007

It all started sometime ago, a crazy itch in my brain somewhere; something was poking me on the inside. Something was asking me to break away from the routine and do something interesting and exciting. It was there in my head somewhere I can’t put a finger to it and say “here” but I could feel it.Maybe it was the whole feeling of wanting to escape, to run away from all the stress and all the familiar people and places.
My mom suggested I go off to my native place.I am never really too enthused by the idea of going off to my native place-Kankavali. But here was I at my cousin’s place off to Kankavali in a Volvo with my grandma and my cousin Abhay. But let’s rewind a little.
How did I get to Borivali? Only after a great amount of drama at home. Firstly Abhay booked tickets for a Volvo {1000/- bucks total rip off}. And I wasn’t prepared for shelling that kind of money. Neither was my mom. So after a lecture that lasted hours, I packed my bags and was off with already a 1000/- bucks deficit.
Then somewhere in the middle of the road in the S. T. bus going to Borivali I realized I had forgotten the keys of the bag that was locked with my wallet and everything. With time running away fast, I asked that oh- so- helpful friend Sanket to come to my aid. He was kind enough to come to go to my place and get the keys. So after much heroic adventure I reached Borivali.