Born and brought up in Jaipur, she would rather spend evenings curled up on a couch digesting travelogues, visiting places through a travel writer's words as opposed to physically legging it to breathtaking destinations. Attribute it to motion sickness - rumour has it, even as a baby she retched her guts out when her mother rocked the cradle!
She gave up a career in counselling after a meeting at a coffeeshop with Shilpa, that changed her perspective on travel. Now, she loves sending people out there on "breakaway" journeys, tailored to stand out as lifebuoys in lifespans that are, more than ever in modern times, in danger of being drowned in a sea of lacklustre humdrum.
Frantic calls rouse her in the middle of the night - a shivering cabbie in peak winter, outside the international airport in New Delhi, desperately trying to locate two Japanese tourists; an European arriving in Gujarat in the wee hours of the morning and finding the imposing gates of her heritage hotel locked; a tourist realising that she found a train to be claustrophobic after boarding it! Unfazed, even at 3 a.m in the morning, she shifts gears and moves people to ensure her 'guest' is taken care of. The fact that she is a people person helps.
The effort seems well worth it, she says, when her guests call her back to say, "Thanks Bindu! The trip was absolutely wonderful... we'd love to come back."
Last heard, she made it to Kaaza... with a pouch full of life-saving motion sickness pills!