The Morning Ride
Morning came gently in Udaipur. I woke at 7:30, bathed, dressed, and stepped out into the still-cool streets by 8:15. My destination was Krishna Bike Rentals, about five kilometres away. An auto driver quoted me ₹200 for the short ride—a steep fare, but being new to the city and unwilling to waste time, I agreed.
The road took me past Hathi Pole and Chand Pole, gateways into the old city, with quick flashes of Udaipur’s lakes shimmering in the morning sun. Soon I arrived at Jada Ganesh Ji Temple, a modest shrine with an idol of Lord Ganesh covered in silver foil, some of it peeling with age. Humble yet powerful, it felt like the right way to begin the day—with a prayer.
The Hunter Awaits
Just outside stood Krishna Bike Rentals, run by Harshit, a soft-spoken young man. His family ran a restaurant on the ground floor, the rental service at the back, and lived upstairs—a true multitasking household. The Royal Enfield Hunter I had reserved was ready and gleaming. After a quick test ride, we settled the rent at ₹2,300 for two days.
Over tea, Harshit traced out suggested routes on a map and, almost as an afterthought, offered hot aloo parathas fresh from their kitchen. It was an offer too good to refuse.
Breakfast for Two
By 10 AM, I was back at Jagat Hotel. My wife was awake and getting ready. While she dressed, I unpacked the parathas, and we shared a simple, hearty breakfast together. Hot food, familiar flavors, and the promise of the day ahead—our Udaipur adventure had truly begun.
Outro / Teaser
With prayers offered and parathas shared, we were ready for the road. The Hunter roared to life, and soon we were riding into the Aravalli hills—towards forests, ancient roots, and the first surprise that nature had in store for us.
What a delightful start! Your writing made me feel like I was walking those streets myself—the cool morning, the silver-foiled Ganesh, even the haggling with the auto driver. The detail about Harshit’s multitasking family and the unexpected gift of aloo parathas gave the piece so much warmth. And ending with you and your wife sharing that simple breakfast—perfectly human and heartwarming. This feels less like a travelogue and more like being invited into your day.
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Thank you dad.
The purpose of this style of writing was to engage in the emotions. Not just a travelougue but to share my experience.
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