travel back to india with me…

the agent asked for my passport and my visa that was the first sign then, the sound of their voices speaking in english, dutch, french and hindi that was the second of crossing borders and international travelof leaving home and coming back to anotherit has been almost two days but we have now landedmy sister and i “the smell,” she said “of mumbai”it takes us backso familiar and always the same


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Often, I feel as if I cannot keep up. With all of the people. And the experiences of the Pfister. But within the day-to-day, there are always those moments that stay with you.… Read the rest “James”