The bus filled with merriment left the train station to head towards Kumbhalghad, were the actual festivities would begin. There were 6-7 buses on the hilly serpentine roads that carried antendees of the marriage due in a day.
As I sat staring out the open window ,catching glimpses of rural Rajasthan,the fatigue of the twelve hour train journey took over,and my eyes closed in slumber. The uneven roads woke me up and again I was staring at the farms, the natural vegetation of the thorned bushes and few cattle. Suddenly I saw an antler and as the bus zoomed past it, I craned my head outside the window to get a better view,but there was nothing. Ok , did I just imagine an antler...