“I love to travel, but hate to arrive”-had been one of the intellectual pronunciations of Albert Einstein, through which he had conveyed his fondness for moving around. But when the city of destiny awaits you at the other end, you are bound to differ. Prakriti, my friend had been apprehensive about this girls’ gang travel, but Sharvani was in a hilarious mood. Among hassling preparations and an equally nerve-wrecking overnight train journey, the exhilaration had somehow been suppressed. At 5 in the morning, the three of us stepped out into the platform streets, surrounded by a familiar ruckus of auto rickshaws and taxis. Bhubaneswar was no different, I guess in this matter and manner. Almost everywhere, you have this din following you. As we traversed through the city, an aura of freshness hit us. The pristine air brought back our spirits. But the best part was yet to be discovered.