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Void Main(), I typed lazily. Quite appropriate. I looked beyond my cubicle; I could see scores of people, some typing furiously on their laptops, some scrolling through their phones and some just existing. The daily 9 to 5 IT job was getting exhausting. Every day, I woke up, got ready and came to work, stared at the laptop screen for 8 hours and went back home, only to stare at the mobile screen until I fell asleep. I needed a break. I went to the supervisor and gave her my leave application. After it had been approved, I took a deep breath and exclaimed, “I am going to Binsar!" In India, It's one thing to awaken your inner nomad; it is completely another thing to find tickets. Even though I landed at Kathgodam after a last-minute train ticket, there wasn't a single car that was available to rent. Heckling with drivers was useless the day was ending fast. I was almost about to give up hope when one of the travel guides suggested that I contact Bajrang, the driver. Apparently, Bajrang's wife had fallen ill and he was nursing her. Therefore, he was on a break and might be willing to take me to Binsar for a slightly higher price. I called up Bajrang, almost shaking with anticipation. Will he? Will he even pick up the call? Well, he did. And, after 20 minutes of sweet-talking, he finally agreed to take me to Binsar the next morning. Well, he charged me a bomb but I still count it as a win! The next day, Bajrang picked me up from my hotel. Bajrang was a chirpy man. He was burly and had a dense mustache. His deep voice was both intimidating and comforting. He laughed loudly, shouted even more so. And since his wife was ill, he was determined to drop me to Binsar in record time. He sped his car and very soon we were out of the city and on the road to Binsar. The city traffic was replaced by tall trees, the dusty city air by the fresh mountain wind and an IT professional by a traveler. Bajrang's car was another personality in itself. It was a huge SUV, with stickers of Hindu gods and goddesses all over the dashboard and rear windows. It wasn't exactly maintained well and shook furiously at every sharp turn. I was pretty sure we were going to have an accident at least three times throughout the whole journey. Bajrang could sense my panic and was amused. "Don't worry ma'am", he said, "My car here, I brought it after years of hard work. It is my Pushpak vimana". He looked at me and continued speaking. "At the end of his 14-year exile and after the Great War with the demon king Ravan, the Pushpak vimana took Lord Ram and his wives to their kingdom. They were accompanied by Lord Ram's most trusted ally, Lord Hanuman, also called Bajrang". That was a nice story. I asked him," How long have you been driving". He smiled and continued," Oh it has been a long time. I have been driving since I was 22. I have taken countless people up and down these roads. Some are tourists, some come to find peace and some just come to find good alcohol" he chuckled. Bajrang was getting more interesting. I did not want this conversation to end. I added," Well, I am here for some alone time, I already have plenty of alcohol down in the plains". He laughed heartily, "When I was your age, we would anywhere we wanted to, anytime. We, however, wanted a stable job. It is amazing how your generation has it and still isn't happy." Well, I was happy. I guess I was just looking for some days without deadlines, computer codes, laptops, and mobile signals. So, was Bajrang's SUV really a Pushpak Vimana then? Because it wasn't taking me away from exile, rather taking me into it. I told Bajrang this. He looked at the road, sighed and said, “Exile isn’t a place without connectivity. Exile is a place that isn’t your home. Is Delhi your home dear?” I didn’t have an answer.