At 11, we stopped at a dhaba (that is, a yummy&greasy roadside cafe for travelers). This stop was especially welcomed by me because I have never been allowed to eat at one of these before! But this one is well-reputed and hygienic, so I fully enjoyed their potato-filled parathas dripping with butter.
Farther along our journey, we took a moment to admire the Rajasthan Canal. Nanaji was engaged in the construction of this canal in the early stages of his career as an engineer in the Punjab Irrigation Department.
Around 2 in the evening, we were home! I have not been to our farmhouse for a good five or six years, and had forgotten how enchanting the surroundings are! (It was also under construction when I came.) We were greeted at the door with tall glasses of -- what else -- kinnow juice.
After my lunch, Nanaji took me out for a brief introduction to the grounds. He showed me the youngest crop on our property, and also told me a bit about the harvesting process as we passed contractors' employees climbing into the trees to cut the fruit.
Can you guess what I did next? That's right: "Babyji" was very sleepy and took a leisurely nap to account for what Nanaji refers to as "jet lag" (never mind that there is no time difference between Chandigarh and Abohar). I'm now up, filled with tomato soup, and pretty much ready for dinner. Nanaji just asked me at what time he has permission to wake me tomorrow, and I answered 6 -- gulp!