Friday, August 29, 2014

Udaan.

I was going to title this 'flight', but somehow 'udaan' has a nicer ring to it. It's almost like Hindi is the French man's French...uh... you know... foreign language.

Anyway, it is so strange that a bunch of strangers come together to trust a metallic container to take them to their destination through the skies.

If we were in another century, the above lines would be in a fantasy novel. 

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