The flight had landed and even the first step at Bombay's International airport was like a step closer to home. While one part of me could not wait to curl into my blanket which had been with me all my life, the other part kept had its mind on Aston. As the flight doors opened, a gush of steamy stench filled air flooded the flight and with dull and drowsy eyes, the air hostess, who made a very good attempt to put on an air of enthusiasm and of course failed miserably, kept mouthing the words thank you without actually saying them and bid us farewell. On stepping out of the airport after collecting my baggage, there stood my parents and my little brother with the most warm and welcoming smiles. Greeting them and giving the tightest of hugs had become a ritual every time I returned from Aston and I did it yet again. A 4 month long vacation was awaiting me and honestly I could not have been more thrilled!
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