The irony of quitting my job for a travel fellowship, but not allowed to travel!

I quit my job for a fellowship that would have allowed me to travel. Ironically, now I cannot travel. Well not by choice, but by accident. Pun intended. You will know the pun shortly.

Life is funny. Meh.

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Humor is the only way to deal with it.  Bah.

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The random ramblings.

I never plan things in my life. Good things(or bad) happen to me by accident.  I quit my  job on July 30,  this year for a super cool fellowship that allowed me to travel to  interiors of the country. It was a six- month travel fellowship where I would  constantly be on the go! What else would one want?

I left Mumbai to relocate to Delhi where “office” was located.  Delhi would have been my base for a week, while the rest of the time, I would have been on the go.

I experienced  a week of living in a backpackers hostel- The hosteller where I made friends with people from different countries such as Germany, Iran, Egypt. I was exploring Hauz Khas Village, where I had a Bhutanese meal at this super awesome place Yeti and I happened to eavesdrop into a conversation of a girl and a guy on their first date. It is fun when you are sitting at a table alone and you can sneak-peek into other people’s conversations! I explored Kunzum travel cafe at Hauz Khas Village a place to just be, meet fellow travelers and pay whatever you like for the coffee or tea.

I had just began to explore Delhi solo, and I meet with an accident while I was walking on the road, at Haus Khas village, a car tyre ran over my foot and I fractured it. Luckily, I was with people from The Hosteller who took me to a hospital for first aid. The guy who ran over his car on me, ran away! And now, I am back to Mumbai and cannot travel.

I am restless. Once you get the itchy feet syndrome, you cannot help it. I cannot wait to pack my bag and just leave!

Because the antidote to travel is travel.