Cracking lame jokes, fighting over the radio, listening to my mother's melodious voice singing, discussing embarrassing moments, arguing over which way to take and then saying 'Told you so' when the chosen road has too much traffic. Going into nostalgia while wandering the streets where my parents grew up, watching them both argue over the tiny details! Noticing the smallest developments on the highway. Listening to my sister's vast music play-list. Laughing when dad ruins the lyrics of the songs, grooving to the beats with my sister and listening to my brother's endless chatter. Having heated debates over grave issues. Making shapes out of clouds, or even classifying the types of clouds! Stopping midway for a snack, reading the 'Truck Slogans' and laughing our heads off, cursing the people with no traffic sense. Sometimes just remaining silent. Living old memories, while making some new ones.
These little things make the huge distance worthwhile. It is the journey that matters, not the destination. Finally we all get time out of our busy schedules and work, to catch up and have fun together. What else can we do on a six hour long journey?! This journey truly means a lot to me and really makes me smile. People ask me over and over again 'Don't you find travelling to Delhi so often tiring?' well what can I say, these hours are simply precious.
