On the map, it is just a brown line stealing up the length of the peninsula, starting from the tip at Kanyakumari, and gathering up Bengaluru, Hyderabad, Nagpur and Jabalpur as it arches into Varanasi. But out on the ground, NH7, the longest highway in the country, is likely to become a guiding cord as you traverse through the heart of India. On this drive the route, for the most part, follows this long and winding road. It is an ever-stretching carpet of asphalt unrolling before you, easing your way through stone and scrub, sand and soil. The road is a long line of changing landscapes. You encounter magnificent rock formations, roads so thickly canopied, they darken the tar and parts so arid you can imagine yourselves marooned in a wild, unfriendly land. For the most part, though, the journey is enlivened by the people you meet hospitable chai wallahs who push forward stools while they brew you a cup farmers on bullock carts filled with hay observe you with shy interest truck drivers riding colourful steed groups of people who respond to requests for directions in helpful and utterly cacophonous choruses.








