When I was a small girl flipping through the pages of my father's National Geographic there was one country that seemed altogether more special than the others.
India.
And so it was that I announced to my parents one night at dinner that I had made a momentous decision: I was going to honeymoon in India.
My mother looked at me through her dark lashes and said in a serious voice, But you're only eight years old.
My father, on the other hand, leaned over his plate and said, Well, make sure to go to Kashmir and stay on one of those houseboats on the lake. Your mother and I did that once.
My father understood, you see. He's always been a very clever man.
And so it is that today -- yes, this very day -- I leave for the airport. To go to India. No honeymoon required.
I'll be going to Kashmir and staying in a houseboat on the lake.
Of course.
See you over there.
Images by FabIndia.