Day/Blog/Post #1:

Well, this is the first time I traveled with my dad back to his native country of India.

There are a few things I typically do not do…and one of them is extensively PLAN for the future. Except for this trip.

I made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare (a first!) and probably with more crumpled papers than I knew how to manage. What if I arrived in India and Border Control asked me where I was staying and when my return trip was planned…would they accept the electronic reservations I saved on my phone or would they need paper copies of every leg of my journey? Past experience taught me to just print everything…and so I did.

This time, however, traveling with my dad was different. I was a nervous wreck, operating on little sleep and a lot of anxiety. You see, instead of walking by my side, my dad was a handful of ashes safely tucked inside the top inside pocket of my backpack.

Our destination…Triveni Sangam (in Allahabad)…his final request.




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