23 hours in transit! I step out of the airport with visions of my bed floating in front of my eyes. I take the cab and prepare myself for the 55 kms journey home at the crack of the dawn. The cabbie looks at me from the rear view mirror and I give him my address. That one look should have alerted me. No, he didnt look like an RGV extra. It was the look of a man warming up to his day and intent on making me a part of the same.

No sooner had I settled down than I was made painfully aware of i