“And I wondered, with mounting anxiety, What am I supposed to do here? What am I supposed to think?”
― Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel
I shifted my attention from the lush green and yellow mustard fields bathed in the morning sun to the fleeting signboards announcing the stations from my train window. Though it had been quite a comfortable journey, I had been on the train for over 14 hours and was quite looking forward to getting somewhere. Most important, I had been warned that the train stops for no more than three minutes at Maihar, my designated halt in Madhya Pradesh. From there, we were to drive to Art Ichol, a creative escape designed for residencies.