Being a Tourist in My Own Country

How traveling within India feels now

My first memories of traveling (that didn’t include taking two trains over three days to visit my grandparents every summer) are from a trip my family and I took to Darjeeling when I was 4. It was the first time I rode on a toy train and a horse and visited a tea garden. The icing on the cake was when I couldn’t feel my feet because of the cold. It resulted in all of us freaking out for a few minutes and me putting my feet on a hot kettle to help them thaw. I was able to walk again and all was well with the…