The air was was muggy and smelt faintly of spices.
I knew I had stepped into a different world the moment I stepped out of the plane.
I heard it would be weird and I heard it would smell different. I heard it would smell, period.
And they weren't wrong. But to me, it smelled wonderful.
It smelled wonderful because it smelled like a dream coming true.
There's something about India that has either begun to lace itself into my heart... or perhaps it was woven in to begin with. Maybe its always been apart of my DNA. I'm not sure.
