Fuelled by the belief that the best stories are those that begin after you step outside your comfort zone or at least your postal code. We’ve packed woollens for Assam in December and ended up chasing sunshine in Mumbai because a three-year-old vetoed the cold. We’ve taken night drives, where my little ones slept in one city and woke in another. The only interlude was at a dusty dhaba charmed by charpoys, hot chapatis and dal tarka, seasoned by the tales of the road.

