I am in the Shamshabad airport, sitting in the gate ready to board the flight. The atmosphere is kickass, the airport is top-notch world class with the ambience on par with any airport in the world.
The announcement to board the flight happens … there is a mad rush of people flocking to the gate. Then slowly the line builds both in the X and Y axis. The bus picks up the folks and gets us close to the aircraft, everyone wants to rush out as-if the airplane has space for 20 ppl only. I find my seat, take the set of magazines bought from the airport stall, leave them on the seat and take a minute to attend to nature’s call.
I return and the magazines are gone. The airhostess tries asking the cleaning staff, looks around and the magazines are GONE. Not sure if one of my co-passengers happily picked it up.
That was when my inner voice came on and said “Welcome to India” J
