Back to India
It was a sunny Sunday morning as I headed to the airport for my trip to India.
The lady at the airline counter was mystified by my passport and non U.S. origin. She looked at me as if I was magical, as if a unicorn had just waltzed in and inquired on the gate and departure time of a particular flight. Two more people were called to join in and help determine my fairytale status. Read the rest of this entry »
