The urge never dies....
"Mom, can't you just stay a couple of hours without calling me every now and then ?”, shouted Rajasi over the phone as she was getting down from the luxury Volvo bus at Sion flyover in Mumbai. “I am not in Delhi, it's just Mumbai, Mom ! Hardly 3 n half hours journey it is !” She was still in the angry mood as she started walking towards Sion circle after hanging up the call, ignoring the cab drivers urging to hire their cab as soon as she had got down. She was well-aware of such drivers charging even 200-250 Rs. for even the nearby areas. “Taxi.....” she waived at a Kali-Peeli Santro as she reached the Sion Circle, the ‘Rani Laxmibai Chowk’. “Bhaiyya Charni Road.” Throwing her small 2-day travel bag on the backseat and carefully resting her backpack on the lap containing the laptop, she finally settled down in the cab. Rajasi was a 26 year old girl from the town of Karad, a town about 150 km distance from Pune, in the Satara district of Maharashtra situated on the c...