Is traveling about getting somewhere or getting away from it all? Is it about finding something or getting lost? Is it about progress or taking a detour? Or is it simply about moments—magical, gastronomical, funny, poignant or adventurous? Moments were aplenty during this winter trip to Rajasthan: Walking through the enchanted woods of Keoladeo National Park, feeling like an Alice who’s just slid down the rabbit hole; Standing stunned before the exquisite but uniquely individualistic monuments at Fatehpur Sikri, hearing a voice of an extraordinary man across 400 years; Staring at a ceiling painted in a style that can be only described as Moghul-kitsch with horrid fascination, unable to sleep in an overwhelmingly garish hotel in Jaipur; Marveling at the effortless and steady-footed way the camel negotiated sand dunes, even with a payload such as me… And in the middle of these moments, I think I did manage to get away, get lost, get somewhere and find something. I lost the st...