One year of wait, 19hrs of flying... finally, I reached India. A much awaited vacation was on... after all my fuses were blown away.
Sitting on the flight from Paris to Delhi... looking at the GPS in front of me... me flying over countries... no excitement, it felt like any other trip not until I could see New Delhi in the vicinity and my bird was over Pakistan. Suddenly, I dont know why... my heart beat increased, I started getting excited. Was it because I was coming home? Was it because I was meeting someone special?... I dont know. It was night and my bird was hovering above Delhi, I could see the night lights... it was heart warming and finally the touch down, I was home.
Felt great, out at the airport, the organized chaos made me feel at home. At the immigration check, Indians getting a warm welcome home and foreign people getting frisked... I looked back over my shoulder... I HAD WINGS... I felt free.
Beleive me... I did not drink Red Bull :-)
...to be continued.
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