We started from Noida by car at 7 in the morning—my brother visiting from UK, my husband and I. My elder daughter was staying back to study and would look after my younger daughter—a black, furry, tail-wagging creature called Chiyo.
It was a slightly cloudy morning. Nice travelling weather, I thought. As we took the Yamuna expressway to Agra, the scenery was actually very pretty. Green fields washed clean by recent rains swept by on both sides. But the driver, too, seemed to be a little green himself, and did not pick up speed even on the excellent empty expressway. Nor did he have any music in the car. And none of us were the type to have ready-made playlists on our mobiles.
