This winter, I booked a cab from Lucknow to Ayodhya on a whim. No planning, just felt like going. Left late morning, with a blanket of fog still hanging low on the fields. The driver drove carefully, and we stopped for hot jalebis on the way — the kind that taste even better in cold weather. I had a playlist going, but honestly, I spent more time just watching the villages pass by. By the time we reached Ayodhya, the fog had lifted, the temples were glowing in the sunlight, and I felt lighter, as if the road itself had healed me.