September 6th 2015. Three months after we got married, Azal, Sammy and I set out on our longest drive together. That is exactly a year ago. The Thar was stocked with medicines and food, jerrycans and clothes - almost everything we needed to survive in case of an eventuality. A Whatsapp group was created by HVK and team to guide us along the way. Our first halt was at Azal's house in Vasai / Bassein about 70 km from Mumbai city. The initial three days were exceedingly tiresome as we drove on end for roughly 1000 km, calling it a day only when we couldn't take it any longer. We started at five in the morning and kept going till about eleven in the night for three days straight. It was truly a test of our marriage, of how well we could put up with each other when the ho-hum realities of life crept in. HVK's constant Whatsapp nudges asking for location updates, drove me nuts. I found no joy in this highway race to meet targets, stopping only for fuel - for the body and the vehicle. But there was nothing I could do except wait, wait for brighter times with the promise of the unseen. Sammy stretched herself on the back seat and nibbled on some chew sticks to kill time. She would spring to action whenever we passed by a river reaching out to the horizon, a shepherd herding his flock of sheep or a caravan of camels and vagabonds sauntering to their own beat, oblivious to the cacophony of the road. But for a good part of the trip, Sammy was sleeping like a baby, snorting and snoring without a care in the world.