My Way Is the Highway by Urvashi Gulia

'Jeans, T-shirts, shorts, vests, undies, floaters, shampoo, conditioner, moisturizer, sunscreen, floss, gloss, kajal, deo, curl serum, painkillers, Swiss knife, camera, iPod, laptop, chewing gum, notepad, pen, map. And oh the black dress, the black heels and the push up bra—just in case!' What would you do if your sleazy boss ran his hands all over you and then blamed you for not doing your job well? Well, I just packed off on a road trip! Just me in my old jeep, Iqbal Mastani, we travelled all the way from Delhi to this little guest house up in the mountains. I met people I had never known (cute boys who taught me to fish), did things I would have never done (sleeping drunk in a cold balcony) and somewhere in the middle of that, fell in love! Lanka in all its diversity.