A thin veil of light fog hung over the road, not enough to impede visibility dangerously, just enough to make the morning beautiful, romantic, poetic. As one moved away from the road however, and into the shrubs or trees or the occasional woods that flanked the highway, the fog intensified, cloaking the flanks of the road, making it impervious to prying eyes.
Just beyond the city limits, or rather at the city limits, lies the cantonment area which stretches for some distance. As is usual with cantonment areas around the country, and maybe around the world too, the amount of tree cover there is always more than in other areas. And thus, the fog which enveloped the clumps of these trees in that area was also more dense. The sight of the trees filled with fog reminded me of Robert Frost’s poem ‘Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening’, except that it wasn’t snowing, and we weren’t stopping. Far from it, we were speeding down the road as fast as was reasonably possible. We wanted to get out of the city quickly, and thus finish the major part of our journey before the day’s traffic impeded our speed.
Soon we were on the Lucknow-Sultanpur highway. The highway had been repaired, broadened, and presented a vastly improved sight than what we had seen on our last visit to Varanasi.
After a few more minutes, when I was sure that the highway was clear, I put the car in cruise control.
Can we have something to eat now? I asked Vaishali. We had not eaten anything in our rush to leave home early, and I could feel the faint rumblings of my tummy asking for food, protesting, demanding that it be fed.
Soon the sandwiches were out and Vaishali was passing them around, sandwiches and buttermilk.
Lovely breakfast, I said to Vaishali, turning my attention back to the road, and the car again.
To be continued…..
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