The road to the Delhi Airport was quite smooth. I asked our driver what the name of the road was, but there’s a language barrier. Shame on me. I should know some Hindi by now. There were the shortcuts. They were rough.
Parama Karuna, the professional dancer who was part of our drama troupe, left for Paris from here. The rest of us – Chris, Anya, Dhruva, Kunti, Vya, and I – waited at our gate for Lufthansa Airlines for a stop at Frankfurt before proceeding back to Canada.
Reflections of India