Such a Long Wait

Okay then. My Rann of Kutch vacation is just five days away and finally the excitement is kicking in. I say finally because I force myself to remain ambivalent to what promise to be big or fun things in life, so that I can enjoy them more in the moment. I am a daydreamer AND a procrastinator, so you can imagine why I do this. And if you are at all like my husband, that is neither of the two things I just mentioned, then it basically means I have a lot of free time to dream up impossibly dramatic scenarios, which are way better than how my life pans out in reality .

I still need to read up some more on the place, weather, and to-dos and a good starting place would be the itinerary that my father-in-law has so meticulously prepared. However, I have a gnawing feeling that I won’t do that until I am sitting on the plane to Mumbai (we fly to Bhuj from there).

But I am quite psyched about indulging in some perspective photography fun. I don’t have a very fancy camera but it should do. Perspective photography is quite the “in” things these days according to random internet trends, but I am sure Indian families who’ve been holding the Taj Mahal by its top since the creation of cameras would disagree. I’ve never indulged in such photography (I am more of the shoot-structures-that-will-look-plain-boring-later and take-candid-shots-that-no-one-will-ever-frame types) when I’m out doing tourist-y things. However, when I saw this image, was I blown away! (Disclaimer: Of course I did not believe it was real. Anyone who’s seen as much Nat Geo as between me and my Dad knows that Gustave is THE ONE).

Clever photography aside, the idea of a white desert and blue horizon is especially stirring when you’re cooped up in your office on a smoggy winter day in Gurgaon. Don’t get me wrong–I love the fog when I’m out for a walk or a picnic, as it lends everything a dreamy cover (remember: love of drama?). There is also the much talked of kite festival that should paint the skies. I can’t wait to walk barefoot in the desert, hide my feet under the white sand, and then feel the tiny granules scrape between my toes as I walk on.

We are also going to go to Kalo Dungar (Black Hills) and the Indo-Pak border, and stay a night at the Mandavi beach. This is my second leisure trip to Gujarat this year (Amitabh Bachchan, I am listening to you)–We covered Little Rann in September this year during a trip to Ahmedabad. It was mostly vast, open land dotted with light shrubbery and herds of the Indian Wild Ass. There was also a pretty lake where we managed to spot some flamingos.

I just feel horrible that I am still not getting to Gir. Maybe Gir is a trip I need to make with friends or like-minded wild life junkies because it’s quite far off from the well-connected path and I don’t think my family is up for spending 2-3 days in the jungle anytime soon.

In any case, I just need to see through four more days till I get going. The fog outside is scaring me since I have an early morning flight out. Hopefully, though, I will get there and will try to take some nice pictures and post them here, but I’m usually so embarrassed about my clicks that you’ll just have to take my word for my visit to the Rann.