A cup of piping hot mocha and a choco-chip muffin. Good morning India!
It is around 3:30 am at the Terminal 3 of the newly renovated airport. Here is what I like about travelling- the uncertainty of it all. For when you head out with your bag pack you leave with no reservations, in every stranger you spot a potential friend, an uncalculated conversation. It is my father's birthday. "Happy Birthday, Dad." If I had to thank you for everything learned in my life then, as cliche as it may sound, words will never be enough to express my gratitude.

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