Safarnama is a work of fiction created solely for entertainment purposes. The series aims to tell stories about various places and lost time in a creative manner. While the names of some places and individuals may be used, any resemblance to real places, events, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The creators of Safarnama have taken certain liberties in the storytelling process, including the use of creative freedom in naming and describing various elements of the series. Therefore, any resemblance to actual events or places is unintentional
The Dastangoi performance came to an end, and I found myself in an embarrassing moment when I accidentally clapped instead of exclaiming "Waah" like everyone else. The man seated next to me sensed my unfamiliarity and asked about the performance, leaving me with an awkward smile. He chuckled and then inquired about my name. Worried that revealing my real name would lead to further questions due to its uncommon nature here, I decided to adopt a name from the 19th century. Without hesitation, I responded, "Mohan."
"Arrey Waah," he exclaimed, showing his enthusiasm. He continued to ask me about my origin. I thought to myself, "How many more questions does he have?" If I mentioned my actual hometown, Faridabad, I wondered how he would react. Where was Faridabad located in the 19th century? Oh right, it was in the Gurgaon district, but would he understand that? I could also say somewhere in Delhi, but what if he's from the same place? The chances are very low, but I couldn't take the risk. A man passed by shouting Agra-Jaipur, Agra-Japiur. I immediately replied “Jaipur”, he smiled and said “Chailiye (Let’s Go).
The group of people was traveling to Jaipur on an ox-cart, and the man asked me if I could join them. I agreed only to avoid his questions. The driver had his face covered and wasn't assisting anyone in climbing onto the cart. The man who kept asking questions finally said something other than inquiries. He said, "I don't like traveling in an ox-cart; it's slow and tiring. I love to travel in a horse-drawn carriage." Inside the cart, there were 4 people including me and the man who kept asking questions. There was a young woman sitting on the corner and covering her face with a saree. The man in front of her was I guess her husband, A man I guess in his forties wearing a light blue turban with a long mustache, his eyes were continuously staring at me.
It’ll take 3-4 weeks to reach Jaipur, the driver announced.
