Here the sun rises at 5. It was 8:30 in the morning. I was late, the city had been baking for a few hours. It didn’t matter to me though because I was heading to the Northeast. It was a conversation my father and I had over dinner that foreshadowed the venture I was about to commence. His appreciation of the short vacation he had been on with mum to the city of Shillong imbued me with a bad case of “fomo”.