I got to Delhi around 3:30 India time and had to gather my luggage, go through customs, and recheck my luggage before heading through security and to my gate. My first thought as I entered the airport? It smells like India. When I was here before, I don’t think I recognized it because I lived in it. But coming, back, the heavy mix of incense, sweat, spices, and people hangs in the air. I smiled - I’m back.
While I was at the baggage claim, a couple other white men stood by me to wait for their bags. One greeted me with a, “Well, you surely aren’t Indian. Where are you from?” I laughed and we went through the niceties - I am from Minnesota, he’s from Mississippi. I asked what he’s doing here, he’s on business, and I couldn’t grasp from our conversation if it was short or long term. He’d never been, but seemed to speak of his wife and home like it was so far away. So I asked “So are you here short term, then, or will you be here for awhile?”
His response: “Oh, well to me it seems pretty long term.” I nod understandably, thinking maybe he’ll be here til Thanksgiving or Christmas like others I have spoken with.
He continued: “I’ll be here until the 5th.”
I felt my eyebrows raise, and I asked, “of September?”
“Yes, I won’t go home until Labor Day. What about you, how long are you here?”
I laughed and said, “Well, I’ll be here a little bit longer than Labor Day...”
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