I forgot both my phone and my watch at home before leaving for Bikaner.
No internet, so what if I had to go and book my ticket at a counter.
No emails. No calls. So what if I missed saying goodbye to a US-bound friend.
No sense of time... sure I missed a flight, but what the heck.
No sense of location... I had to brush up my non-existent social skills to ask people repeatedly if my station had passed.
Spent time with family, ate tonnes of Quality Street, stepped on a rat at the famous rat-temple (karni mata ka mandir), took some pictures..
Damn. Forgot my camera's digital.
Love,
Almost Digital-Free
It is kind of reassuring though that the journey back, although painful, is still do-able :)...
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