When I was little, putting my head near the open car window was one of my favourite things to do during journeys. The play of the breeze on the face and hair, the myriad fragrances of a wet mountain road, all added to the fun of travel, with music providing a happy, foot-tapping beat.
However, It stopped when contact lenses found their way into the eyes and vanity prevented the newly shampooed hair from getting messed up in the wind!
Now, years later, the playfulness of childhood has dawned yet again and as one leaves the pollution of the city behind and starts the uphill climb on mountainous roads, down come the windows and one, once again, discovers the simple pleasures of driving… 🙂
Sikkim Roads, Premonsoon,