I stepped off the plane at roughly 7:30pm into a torrid stew of heat and humidity that instantly sapped any remaining energy I had from the 22 hours of travel I had just completed. It was the immediate and punishing reminder that I was now back in India.
As I waited for my bags, my body acclimated to the new reality. There was the familiar and gut retching smell of mustard seed oil combined with body odor that has come to define India for me. There was the oppressive heat that makes you sweat in places you thought you had no pores. Finally, there is the humidity which locks all the aforementioned into a nauseating, overheated, odiferous package with no escape.
Welcome Home!
As I waited for my bags, my body acclimated to the new reality. There was the familiar and gut retching smell of mustard seed oil combined with body odor that has come to define India for me. There was the oppressive heat that makes you sweat in places you thought you had no pores. Finally, there is the humidity which locks all the aforementioned into a nauseating, overheated, odiferous package with no escape.
Welcome Home!
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