As I gently swayed back and forth in a wooden rocking chair in the dead of the night, my mind kept revisiting films and social media. While I heard nothing but crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl, a booming inner voice seemed to reproach my social media cravings, declaring yeh sab moh maaya hain. I checked my watch yet again what had seemed like forever had just been fifteen minutes. The sound of my growling stomach seemed to be drowning out the voice of my inner self, and so I headed out for dinnerdaal, roti and sabzi.



