It is 2:34 AM (IST) of the 5th of May and find myself in the Transit lounge of The Bahrain International Airport, surrounded by a cackle of Japanese, Malayalees, Tamils and even Telugus from Rajahmundry (an ancient traditional town on the banks of the Godavari, in Andhra) along with the ubiquitous Sheikhs going around with a clutch of veiled women and their children. They are quite a sight. The Airport is thick with strong, pungent perfumes, characteristic of the Middle East. Vaguely remember reading somewhere that Mohammed The Prophet having a love for fragrances. I only hope this remark is not tantamount to blasphemy.
Not surprisingly, The Indian is everywhere... at the duty-free shops, the money changers, janitors, airline offices. And then there are the large segment of labourers coming from India, their looks, furtive and anxious. The lounges are 'wified' and it is fun to sit with other laptoppers (all Indian, interestingly) to catch up with mails and chats.
Will be landing in Paris in a few hours....
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