What do you get when a family of four packs into one car for over 30 days across India?
A road trip that began with snacks and songs… and ended with enlightenment (and possibly a Ph.D in GPS rerouting).
We drove from Chennai to Amritsar and back, covering 20+ cities, 1000 memories and one unforgettable adventure.
From tiger spotting in Pench to jalebi dunking in Delhi, palace hopping in Rajasthan to beach chilling in Udupi — this wasn’t just a trip. It was a joyful, slightly chaotic celebration of everything India has to offer.
Follow along as we drop one city a day for the next 30+ days!
Expect laughter, landmarks, lassis, local legends… and lots of love..
This is our pan-India joyride on wheels — no filters, just fun.
Day 1: And we’re off!
From packing suitcases to (squeezing in that last-minute pair of socks) — the Great Indian Family Road trip officially began!
Route: Chennai → Hyderabad
Mood:Equal parts excitement and “Did we forget something?”
Highlights included:
● A dramatic playlist to match the highway vibes.
● Competitive snacking in the back seat.
● Our first "Are we there yet?" … as we were still inching out of Chennai. Yep. Classic.
● A pitstop at Amravathi restaurant for a proper Andhra-style lunch — loaded with spice, love, and ghee generously poured like a blessing from above.
The scenic drive passed in a blur of toll booths and coffee/ice cream stops.
By the time we rolled into Hyderabad around 8:30 PM, we’d already established car seat territories, snack-sharing treaties, and playlist veto powers.
Mommy playing Navigator (SatNav Guide as Kadambari calls me) and in-car DJ, which led to our only argument of the day: WHO gets to choose the next song?
Dinner was a quick bite at the GVK One mall - food court (Pizza Hut to the rescue!), and we checked into the hotel, where the kids had a blast splashing around in the bathtub before we all crashed for the day.
Total km clocked: 641 km
Total arguments: Just one—and purely musical.
Coming up next: Hyderabad to jungle safari!
Day 2: From the Concrete Jungle to the Real One
Route:Hyderabad → Pench (via Nagpur)
Distance: 603 kms
One breakfast hamper, one smooth highway, and one very hopeful night safari (fingers crossed)
Checked out of Hyderabad at a heroic 5:30 AM – basically still dreaming while sitting upright.p
● The hotel handed us a breakfast box, because nothing says road trip like peeling open sandwiches in a moving car at sunrise.
● Contrary to internet warnings, Maharashtra roads did NOT try to swallow our tyres. In fact, they were smoother than expected (thank you, road gods and NHAI).
●Early lunch stop: HALDIRAM’S.
Because when you're 60 km from Nagpur and see that red and yellow signboard, it’s not a choice. It’s destiny. (cue in Chole Bature and Icecream softies)
● By 2:30 PM, we reached our jungle stay – a Resort, near Turiya Gate. Kids immediately jumped into the plunge pool and began their splash Olympics while the grown-ups took some well deserved rest.
● Evening plan: Night Safari at Khawasa Gate
* Open jeep ride: check ✅
* IDs checked like we were crossing into another country: done 👍🏼
* Excitement level: Tiger-worthy 🐯
* Animals spotted: Rabbits (cute), Deer (graceful), Tiger (a no-show diva 😏)
Wrapped up the day with dinner at 9:30 PM and tucked in early for a 3:30 AM wakeup. Because nothing screams holiday like setting alarms that begin with a 3AM 🤦🏻♀️
Next up: Sunrise Safari and (spoiler) a tiger
DAY 3: Into the Wild Side (Part - 1)
Route: Resort → Sillari Gate → Safari
Day 3 began with bleary eyes and great ambition. By 4:45 AM, we were up and dressed, still negotiating 5 more minutes in our heads. But adventure called — and so did the car that would ferry us to the Sillari Gate, about 40 km away. The early morning air was cool, and a picnic basket of breakfast goodies was handed to us like a reward for leaving the bed before sunrise.
Now, here’s what we quickly learned:
1. Always book safari and stay separately. Do your research well and book safaris in advance.
2. Stay close to the gate. Every extra kilometer = more yawns.
3. Maharashtra safaris do not allow phones. MP safaris do. We didn’t know either.
4. Carry a decent camera or binoculars, or be lucky to have someone like Kadambari, who very wisely brought her own digicam. She saved us from renting one.
5. Avoid safaris if you have a bad back, are pregnant, or just don’t enjoy being rattled like maracas.
6. Under-chin straps for hats are not a fashion statement; they are a survival essential in an open jeep.
Our morning safari came with a courteous guide and a competent driver, who expertly navigated the forest terrain while we jostled around in the jeep like popcorn in a pan. Still, the scenery made it all worth it. The weather was lovely, with a light drizzle adding that cinematic mist. We spotted peacocks, monkeys, spotted deer, sambar deer — and just when we had mentally accepted that the tiger was probably on a spa day elsewhere, we saw Tiger T18. Once in profile, and then walking head-on, like a runway model who knows she's the showstopper.
We had breakfast at a jungle rest stop. The unassuming picnic basket we picked up in the morning had an amazing breakfast spread inside. Inside were poha, sandwiches, podi idlis, aloo bondas, juice, fruits, and chips — carbs in the wild somehow feel like a necessity.
Tummies full and energy recharged we visited the Bakhri Watering Hole, and lingered with hope that the tiger would return for a drink. He didn’t, but we had stories anyway. By 11AM, we were back at the resort
To be continued...Check out Part - 2
DAY 3: Into the Wild - Part 2
The kids celebrated the morning’s success with a good swim, while the adults tried to catch our breath.
After lunch and a quick recharge, we got ready for the afternoon safari, our final one at Pench. The same trusty cab returned for our transfer, and we were back at Sillari Gate by 3 PM.
This time, we had a new guide, to whom we casually mentioned we’d already spotted a tiger — not to show off, but just in case he felt he had to top it. He smiled politely and went on to help us spot an eagle, warthog, golden jackal, owl, vulture, striped hyena and the majestic gaur (Indian bison). He also kindly handed over a pair of binoculars, which instantly made everything feel more interesting.
We saw the Pench River, took in the gorgeous forest landscapes, and soaked in every bit of the experience — phones strictly tucked away in lock boxes, because rules are rules.
By 6:30 PM, the safari was over. By 8 PM, we were back at the resort. Dinner was followed by chaotic packing, the kind that involves stuffing things into bags and promising ourselves we’ll sort it later. Our time in the jungle had come to a close — full hearts, sore backs, and camera bursting with blurry photos of trees we swear had animals in them.
Next up: Pench to Agra — a long drive, a new day, and the start of our North India tour!
Day 4 | Pench to Agra
A pause. A breath.
Not every day on a road trip is about ticking off sights...
Some days are meant for the journey itself.
From forest trails to open fields, quiet dhabbas to dreamlike expressways,
we let the road set the rhythm.
Cruising through Maharashtra, Madhya Pradesh, and into Uttar Pradesh, chasing clouds, soaking in silence, and surrendering to the music and the miles.
Day 4 | Pench to Agra
Route: Pench → Chitrakoot → Bundelkhand Expressway → Agra
We checked out at 5:30 AM, sore from two safaris and many “tiger or bush?” debates. The resort packed us parathas and sandwiches — gold, considering the food scene ahead.
Instead of the Gwalior route, we took a chance via Chitrakoot based on maps, local tips, and a prayer for smooth roads. It paid off — mostly. A brief village detour near Satna introduced us to cows, cyclists, and narrow lanes.
Then came the Bundelkhand Expressway — wide, clean, and empty. Cruise control on, spirits up. We stopped at a dhabba for Maggi and a decent washroom break, then later hit a mega food court where the kids went wild over momos, dosa, and pizza.
By 6 PM, we reached Agra, checked in, grabbed McDonald’s, and prepped for the main event: the full moon viewing of the Taj.
At 11 PM, we entered — no phones allowed, just memories and one trusty camera. The Taj stood quiet, glowing in moonlight. Magical, surreal… and filled with mosquitos.
Back to the hotel by midnight, itching but awestruck.
Next up: Agra Fort and the Taj by day.
Day 4 – Moonlit Majesty
After the long drive from Pench, we reached Agra just in time for a once-in-a-lifetime experience – seeing the Taj Mahal under the moonlight. Once our tummies were full, with tickets in hand and excitement in our hearts, we joined the limited group of 50 allowed inside for the 11:00 PM slot.9
It wasn’t just a visit—it was a quiet, surreal moment. The white marble glowed softly in the moonlight, casting a spell over the entire group. Some sat in silence, some whispered in awe “Is it really glowing?” And yes—it was.
They say the Taj changes color with the sky. Under the moon, it doesn’t just shine—it glows...
Moonlight, mystery, and no mobile phones—some sights are meant for the soul, not the screen.
Only digital cameras are allowed, and ours did its best—but what it couldn’t capture, our hearts did. A memory sealed in silence, in silver, and in time.
(Unless you're carrying a DSLR—then you're probably good.
Day 5: The Taj, the Fort & a Few Golden Rules
We woke up before sunrise — not something we’d usually celebrate, but today was different. We were off to see the Taj Mahal at first light, armed with excitement, charged mobiles, and those essential footwear covers (pro tip: don’t forget them if you’re stepping into the mausoleum).
The Taj Mahal truly lives up to the hype. No amount of photos or words can quite capture how it shimmers in the morning sun — the perfect symmetry, the delicate carvings, and the way the marble gently shifts shades with the sky. Our guide brought the monument alive with stories: Shah Jahan’s grand vision, the clever design illusions, the echo dome, and the intricate gemstone inlay work. Without the guided tour, we’d have admired the beauty but missed the brilliance.
We also booked a local photographer to get a few family shots — and it turned out to be a lovely decision. But here’s where a gentle caution comes in: always check the price before buying souvenirs, agreeing to photos, or attending “exclusive” craft demos. A lot of what’s marketed as rare and unique is easily available online. Bargaining isn’t rude here — it’s part of the experience.
From one marvel to another, we made our way to the Agra Fort. Towering red sandstone walls, sprawling courtyards, and royal quarters that whisper stories of emperors and intrigue. Despite the damage during British rule, what remains is magnificent. The blend of Persian and Rajput architecture, the ornate jharokhas, and the layers of history were absolutely fascinating. (Fun fact: yes, parts of Jodha Akbar were filmed here.)
What we learnt today:
* A good guide is worth their weight in gold. They don’t just show you a place — they reveal it.
* When travelling, enthusiasm is wonderful. But so is asking questions, trusting your instincts, and checking before you commit.
The day ended on a lighter note — quite literally — with a dip in the pool, a charming puppet and magic show back at the hotel, and a round of McDonald’s to keep the younger members of the family content. Because after marble domes and Mughal forts, nothing hits the spot quite like a McFlurry.
Next Up: Ram! Mandir.
Day 6: Temples and Tranquility
After five days of pre-dawn wakeups, Day 6 let us ease into the morning without a timer ticking. We enjoyed a relaxed start and a leisurely breakfast before heading off on the next leg of our journey — destination Ayodhya!
The drive was smooth, thanks to the Purvanchal expressway, and we stopped en route for a quick lunch at Bikanervala (a dependable veg pitstop when you want options galore). We reached Ayodhya by mid-afternoon and checked into our charming tented stay, just 2 km from the Ram Mandir. We could even glimpse the temple tower and ongoing construction from the property!
After a bit of rest, we set off to visit the Ram Janmabhoomi Temple. The approach road was abuzz with shops and devotional energy. A short golf cart ride later, we entered the queue system — and we must say, it was smooth sailing. Multiple queues ensured the crowd kept moving. The security process was well-managed, and lockers were available for bags, phones, and footwear.
At the main shrine, we took the middle lane — thinking it would give us the best view — but were gently guided out sooner than we expected. Still, our first glimpse of Sri Ram Lalla was magical, if a bit fleeting.
We then made our way to the Sarayu Ghat to witness the evening aarthi. The walk to the ghat was filled with bhajans and festive lighting. Though the crowd was massive, the atmosphere was calming. The aarthi was simple, spiritual, and deeply moving — a quiet contrast to more elaborate riverside rituals, yet no less powerful.
Dinner was an easy choice once we spotted a familiar red-and-white signboard — Domino’s to the rescue! Reliable, quick, and always a hit with the kids.
Just before calling it a night, we took a spontaneous second trip to the temple — and what a reward that was! This time, we entered through the extreme right queue and got an unhurried, soul-satisfying darshan. The perfect end to a beautiful day!
Day 7: Where the Sacred Flows Eternal
We began our morning early, rising with the first light for one last darshan at the Ram Temple before heading to our next stop - Varanasi. Breakfast was simple yet nourishing—crisp Udupi dosa, sambar, fresh fruit, and juice—comfort food before the long drive.
At Hanuman Garhi, we braved the steep stairway and jostling crowd. The path was narrow, the sanctum tiny, and the priests constantly moving about, collecting offerings. Darshan was fleeting, the moment lost in the crowd. We left feeling unsatisfied, yet grateful for the attempt.
Back at the Ram Temple by 9:30 a.m., the experience was again seamless and peaceful. We lingered a while, picked up a few souvenirs, and set off back on the road.
The expressway to Varanasi was smooth, but the city greeted us with its signature traffic chaos—so intense that covering just 10 km took us a staggering 1 hour and 15 minutes, as Google Maps politely reminded us. After lunch, we checked in and made our way to Dashashwamedh Ghat by evening.
As we neared the Ghat, the city’s noise faded. There she was—Ma Ganga, quiet and vast, bathed in twilight. Time paused. Before us, five platforms stood ready for the evening Aarthi.
The energy built gently—incense curling through the air, the beat of the damaru, the chant of mantras, sounds of cymbals, and the buzz of anticipation. As the Aarthi began, we were handed offerings— milk, flowers, kumkum, and lamps — to make our own prayer to the river. It felt deeply moving and sacred.
The synchronized movements of the priests, the light dancing on the water, the collective hum of devotion—it was a moment of surrender. Our hearts were full.
We ended the evening with ice cream and a chance meeting with a Tamil couple from Nagercoil. The husband, now at BHU, shared stories of the Kasi Vishwanath Temple within the campus - a hidden gem.
Day 7: Where the Sacred Flows Eternal
From the divine serenity of the Ram temple to the soul-stirring Ganga Aarthi at Dashashwamedh Ghat, today was a journey of grace and stillness.
As the conches blew and lamps danced to the rhythm of ancient chants, Ma Ganga embraced us in her timeless embrace. Some moments stay with you forever. This was one of them.
Next up: A boat ride on the Ganga at sunrise to witness Varanasi’s ghats awaken with prayer.
Day 8 – Confluence of the Divine
Varanasi ----> Prayagraj----> Lucknow
The morning began with a scenic Ganga boat ride from Dashashwamedh Ghat. Even at dawn, the Ghat was a hive of activity. Our young guide led us upriver to Asi Ghat, and on the return leg, began narrating fascinating facts about each Ghat we passed. His passion and pride in his city were contagious, and we were grateful for the insightful ride.
After breakfast, we bid farewell to Varanasi and headed towards Prayagraj, home to the famed Triveni Sangam. The roads were smooth and the drive uneventful – a welcome break. Once at the banks of the Yamuna, we found a boatsman who offered to ferry us to the confluence. His enthusiasm was convincing, so off we went.
At the Sangam, we were herded onto a jam-packed floating pier and ushered into a makeshift tent where a "purohit" awaited us. Before we could say “Namaste,” he was rattling off mantras and asking our Gotram and Nakshatra. Just when we thought this was a mini-version of the beautiful Varanasi ritual, we were hit with donation options — like ordering off a spiritual menu. When we insisted we had no cash, suddenly QR codes emerged out of nowhere!
Post-ritual, we were handed coconuts to drop into the river and asked to pour milk into the waters. We did it all with mild amusement. Even my attempt to collect some Ganga jal ended with a helpful stranger diving into the river, only to demand a “service fee” later. As we finally prepared to leave, the boatman casually mentioned that his "owner" wouldn’t share the fare with him and dropped a heavy hint for a personal tip. Let’s just say we survived, slightly poorer but wiser.
Lunch in Prayagraj was a comforting Bikanervala meal amidst a city that felt like an extension of Anna Nagar. Then we crawled through snail-paced traffic to reach Lucknow at 7pm. But all was well once we reached the warm home of Navnith’s cousin. Home-cooked food, cheerful kids, endless conversations till 1am—it finally felt like home after 7 days on the road!
Day 9– Echoes of Eternity: The Sacred Ghats of Varanasi
Varanasi, one of the oldest living cities in the world, sits gracefully between the rivers Varuna and Assi, from which it gets its name. Known as Kashi in ancient texts, it is revered as the city of light—a spiritual powerhouse that has drawn seekers, poets, saints, and wanderers for centuries.
The Ghats of Varanasi, over 80 of them, stretch like a sacred tapestry along the banks of the Ganga. Each one has a story, a rhythm, a ritual.
The Dashashwamedh Ghat pulses with life—where priests perform the grand Ganga Aarti each evening is where Lord Brahma performed ten Ashwamedha yajnas.
Assi Ghat, at the confluence of river Assi and Ganga, offers a quieter, meditative atmosphere where it is said that Tulsidas composed the Ramcharitmanas.
At Manikarnika Ghat, towering stacks of firewood bear witness to the eternal flame that has never gone out. Day and night, bodies are cremated here—liberated from the cycle of rebirth in hopes of attaining moksha. Life and death coexist here, with startling grace.
Nearby is Harishchandra Ghat, named after the legendary King Harishchandra who, in the ultimate test of truth and humility, worked at a cremation ground. Today, both ghats remain powerful thresholds between worlds—where the sacred Ganga offers her final embrace.
The boat ride along these ghats is to journey through centuries of devotion, to hear echoes of prayers lost in time, and to feel the gentle pull of the eternal.
Day 9 – Lucknow, Like a Local muskrao ke aap lucknow me ho.!
No alarms. No frantic packing. No Google Maps. Just a cozy bed, filter coffee and a slow breakfast. For once, we weren’t tourists—we were family on holiday in a city that didn’t need an itinerary.
Who needs TripAdvisor when your niece knows every kebab corner in Lucknow better than the internet? Appointed tour guide for the day, she grumbled, “You’re not staying long enough!”—and whisked us into her world of gallis and hidden gems.
First stop: The Residency—haunting colonial ruins tucked into a green sprawl. Hats on, scarves tied, we strolled through its timeworn arches and manicured lawns like history buffs on vacation. The kids ran wild, while the rest of us soaked in stories of sieges and sunburn.
Next up: Bharkat Darbar for lunch. Elegant ambience, soft cushions, and an Awadhi-Arabian spread that rewrote our food memories. We savored Paneer Tikka Mandi, sweet Kunafa, and sipped on refreshing Iraqi lemon tea—a delightful fusion of flavors.
With the mercury touching 42°, we did the smart thing: surrendered to a full-on, guilt-free siesta.
Evening adventures led us to UP Darshan—a total surprise package! Think UP’s iconic landmarks—Ayodhya, Taj Mahal, Mathura, Rishikesh—towering in scrap-metal glory. Giant sculptures made of bolts, chains, and engine parts stood proudly under the setting sun. Art from junk never looked so majestic.
We tried to squeeze in Dr. Bhimrao Ambedkar Samajik Parivartan Sthal(formerly Ambedkar Memorial Park), but arrived just in time to find the gates shut. Still, we admired the famous elephant sculptures from the adjacent Janeshwar Mishra Park— clicked some zoomed in pics, grainy, and absolutely worth it.
Dinner was a street food affair—spicy pani puris, followed by ice cream and laughter. The kids were super thrilled to meet their cousin for the first time—bonding over random giggles, exaggerated stories, and secret pacts.
The day ended with a cozy storytelling session with no agenda to fall asleep. When we did get to bed, it was with stomachs full, hearts fuller, and dreams tinged with scrap metal palaces and kebab trails.
Day 10 - Lucknow to Mathura
We bid a reluctant goodbye to Lucknow with sleepy eyes and full hearts. After a warm thank you to our gracious hosts, we hit the road to Mathura, Sri Krishna Janmabhoomi - Land of laddus and leelas.
The journey was a breeze, thanks to the Agra-Lucknow and Yamuna Expressways. We reached our hotel by late afternoon —
hunger pangs hit before divine calling, so we wolfed down a late lunch and then took an auto to the Sri Krishna Janmabhoomi Temple. We were searching and looking touristy ( read: lost), when divine help came in the form of a freelance guide who promised quick darshan. After Prayagraj, we were cautious. But this guy knew his gates and lanes better than Google Maps, and we found ourselves zipped through hidden back-alleys and in and out of the temple before we could say, "Jai Sri Krishna"
The temple was surprisingly layered—literally. We began in a basement dungeon replica where Vasudeva and Devaki were jailed and the birth of Sri Krishna took place, and wound our way up to larger shrines housing deities from Radha Krishna, Sri Jagannath, Sri Ram, Sri Balaram, Sri Hanuman.
Post darshan, we were bundled into another auto to visit Gokul. "Just 10 kms," they said. But after 45 minutes of spine-jolting roads, we arrived—battered, bruised, but faithful.
There, a new guide took over and he led us through winding lanes, told us stories, and eventually brought us to the Nanda Mahal Krishna Balaram Mandir.
At this temple, we were told to sit, scoot, and laugh as part of the ritual. We obliged. Things escalated when the priest started pitching donation packages— in cows or cash equivalents. We opted for the spiritual bare minimum which would get us off the hook as quickly as possible and left to visit the Baldeo Temple (Lord Balarama Temple). We also had an opportunity to visit the Goshala.
By the end of the day, we had explored the narrow streets of Gokul and finally made our way back to the auto. Although we were exhausted and famished after our trek, we were mostly glad we came. While Gokul may test your patience (and wallet), the charm of Krishna’s playground makes it all somehow worth it.
Day 10 - In His Divine Footsteps - Jai Sri Krishna!
From Lucknow’s warm hospitality to Mathura’s divine buzz, we followed Krishna’s footsteps through Janmabhoomi and Gokul. Dungeons, darshans, alley chases, donation drives, and unexpected laughter—Day 10 was a mix of rituals and charm, faith and fatigue. Krishna truly does work in mysterious (and sometimes mischievous) ways!
All pictures on Instagram.
Day 11 – Mathura to Amritsar
We had to make an early start from Mathura to cover the 550-kilometre journey to Amritsar, which meant skipping our much-anticipated visit to Vrindavan. It was a tough call, especially after coming so close to this sacred town, but we knew that even a short stop would delay our arrival in Amritsar significantly.
After a quick breakfast, we checked out and slowly made our way out of Mathura, which was already bustling with morning activity by 8 a.m. Once we hit the Yamuna Expressway, the drive was smooth and uninterrupted—until Delhi.
We stopped at a rest plaza for a quick bathroom break and a caffeine fix from Starbucks, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the rest of the drive. Our original plan was to bypass Delhi via Gurugram, but a missed turn (thanks to the navigator dozing off) landed us on the Noida-Greater Noida Expressway. That led to an unplanned tour of Delhi’s traffic-choked arteries, with two painfully slow hours of what can only be called “accidental sightseeing.”
Once we exited Delhi, the roads opened up again. We crossed Panipat and grabbed a late lunch at McDonald's before Karnal. Burgers and fries may not be healthy options for sustenance, but they’re pretty good road trip fuel. We passed Kurukshetra, Ludhiana, and Jalandhar, stopping briefly at Rayya to stretch and reload on caffeine before pushing through the final leg of the drive.
We finally reached Amritsar by 8 p.m. and checked into our hotel. Too tired to explore the local food scene, we walked over to the nearby mall and had a quick dinner at the food court. By the time we returned to our rooms, it was close to 11 p.m. We sank into bed, and were lost in golden dreams before we could say, "Hadippa!"
Tomorrow: Golden Temple, Jallianwala Bagh, and the Attari - Wagah Border ceremony await.
Day 12 - Sacred Serenity and Soaring Spirts
We began our day with a hearty breakfast and slow sips of coffee, gearing up for one of the most awaited sights of the trip—Sri Harmandir Sahib, the Golden Temple. Walking up the bustling path leading to the temple, we were surrounded by vibrant stalls selling Phulkari embroidery, colourful jhootis, steel kada bangles, and sweets. The air was thick with devotion, anticipation, and the scent of parathas and lassi from nearby eateries.
Stepping barefoot into the temple complex, our feet touched the cool marble, washed clean in the troughs at the entrance. And then—we saw it. Surrounded by still waters and echoing with the soothing rhythm of Gurbani, it felt like a pause in time. We walked around the sacred pool, soaking in the calm, watching devotees take dips and offer prayers. The white marble pathways, the reflection of the sanctum in the water, and the air infused with spirituality made it an experience beyond words—one of peace, awe, and silent reflection.
We set out to visit Jallianwala Bagh. Walking through the narrow entrance into that quiet garden was sobering. Bullet marks on the walls, preserved relics, and the haunting silence reminded us of the sacrifices that shaped our nation.
Later in the afternoon, we headed towards the India-Pakistan border for the Wagah-Attari retreat ceremony. This iconic event takes place every evening before sunset, as soldiers from both nations perform a synchronised lowering of the flags at the only road border crossing between the two countries.
The energy at the border was electric. Patriotism pulsed through the crowds as chants of “Bharat Mata Ki Jai” and “Vande Mataram” rang out. Audiences danced to Bollywood beats in the pre-ceremony warm-up, waving flags and cheering with infectious spirit. As the BSF soldiers marched with dramatic precision, the gates opened, fists clenched, eyes fierce, yet ending in a powpowerful handshake. It was theatre, ritual, and diplomacy rolled into one unforgettable spectacle.
As twilight fell, we returned exhausted but exhilarated—carrying with us the calm of the temple and the roar of the border.
