A Taste of India

The clunk of the wheels deploying under the plane jerked me awake. After 20 hours, we were finally there. It was early, sometime between 5am and 6am, and still dark. The lit-up grid below looked like some flattened robot, all these bright buttons, yellow and white and orange. Streams of tiny lights darted across the grid like a line of radioactive marching ants.

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