One of the prime reason to quit everything and move to a relatively lesser known beach at Goa.
Here the very first deep breath I take on my morning walk, I get so intoxicated and high on life, it has to be experienced, rather than explained.
In Pune, when I first used to travel on bike, I used to wear a scarf around my nose, then I started wearing a balaclava and then finally when survival was at stake, a Honeywell mask. The travel distance was 16Kms one way.
Also, I used to leave home early at around 0715 and 0730 and used to leave office by 1630.
Still, That mask used to get dirty and smelling within 5 days. One mask used to cost about 200 bucks.
Then one day I wondered, why the fuck I am killing myself, to hell with everything.