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Living with Indian parents is like spending your life with your manager, we're talking managers like that of Britney Spears (if you know what I mean). Having established that, this is a story, or rather, a simple account of how you can travel with your Indian parents and still manage to call it a trip. My parents and I were in same hotel of Bhuwaneswar as they were kind enough to have assisted me to my first ever out station conference on sustainability. However, I was there with people of my age and having parents waiting back for every night wasn't an idea situation you'd want to be in. Mind you, I was still in my wild phase, looking for hookups and procuring weed from the locals. So, this one night, after the conference is over, I'm waiting outside the gate with my friends for a cab. There, I also see the hottest guy I had my eyes on since day one. I approach him, like the confident Delhi girl I am and asked him if he wanted to come with us to party. He asks where. I ask again, looking deeper into my eyes, with a smaller smile than last time - "Do you want to party?". He didn't say anything but sat in the car we were getting into. In that moment, I think we both knew we were going to have a night to remember. Upon reaching the venue, which by the way, was Rooftop Cafe which didn't have any roof. There were fairy lights on top, long Island iced tea in front. That night, he broke his drinking virginity, placing complete faith on me. We talked and had the most intense eye contact while offering each other the drinks that we picked. We exchanged those looks and some memorable conversations ranging from our first relationship to our recent fight with our parents. In one of the conversations, we got to know that our hotels lie on the same street. That was it, that meant I had another hour with this guy on the road. We stepped out and sat on the first auto we saw. We explored the city, which was unknown to both of us, for the remainder of the night. We got off at the most beautiful spots, like in front of a wall with the beautiful graffiti and a park lit with just yellow lights. We'd stop for a second and hop back in our auto. The best part was that, we didn't run out of things to talk about the entire ride. I was intoxicated with drinks and a night which was nothing short of romantic. We didn't need to hold hands or kiss, just sitting next to each other gave us enough of an adrenaline rush. Sadly, the ride did end but the journey never did. That night, I went back in my hotel room, to my parents after I was sure they were in a half asleep state. In that state, they only opened their eyes to see if the person who entered the room is their daughter and nobody else. They went back to sleep after this assurance but I don't think I slept that night at all. (I'll share the rest later).