My father is a retired pilot, and is always very insistent that I reach airports early to catch my flights. This was one of those mornings – very early mornings. I was leaving my Kolkata home to come back to my Mumbai one and like always, my flight was at some absurd time in the morning. On reaching the airport I had a good two hours to spare. So this is what I spent my time on…a good book and coffee.
I made my mother click a few pictures of me while we waited at our building parking lot so please excuse them if they aren’t as good as mine 🙂