PMR: My Way is the Highway

What would you do if your sleazy boss ran his hands all over you and then blamed you for not doing your job well? '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. About the Author Urvashi is a twenty-nine-year-old resident of nowhere permanent in particular. She is a traveller reader observer and writer. A communications professional she works in the non-profit sector and is currently based in Italy. She likes to live from experience to experience joy to joy smile to smile ebb to high another pair of new shoes to the next double scoop of ice cream. This is her first novel.