For the longest time, I had been travelling alone, but almost always for work. When travel is tied to assignments, everything is planned—from the itinerary, the hotel, the meals, even the experiences. You move from one checkpoint to the next, collecting notes and photos while silently watching the clock tick toward your deadline.
Personal travel, in the last few years, had almost disappeared for me.
So when my friend Saumya’s wedding brought me to Banaras, I decided to turn the trip into a short solo escape. It felt different right from the start. There was no pressure to produce a story (ironically, I am writing one now), but travelling without an agenda allowed me to experience the city slowly, curiously, and entirely on my own terms—something that I hadn’t done in a long time.

