13 Hours and 5 minutes

And as I sit on the plane✈️ preparing to fly for another 13 hours before I reach Delhi. I wonder why there is always a sense of excitement, the charm of a child that engulfs me when the word India 🇮🇳 crosses my mind.

Now America🇺🇸 is home🏡, but I guess forgetting your first love❤️ is always arduous.

With a benign smile and a mind clouded with many nostalgic thoughts, I, with a fervent heart is eager to arrive.

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49 thoughts on “13 Hours and 5 minutes”

  1. A very natural and genuine excitement it is, of every Indian. Doesn’t really matter whether you reside in India or not. The feelings, the emotion of your nation, your motherland is equal. Welcome back 😊

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