I am standing with a crowd at the airport. It is night and it is cold and there are stars in the sky. I have a sign in my hand, printed at the front desk. I am afraid and excited. A plane had landed and a small crowd comes out the door and I move to make my way to the front, to peer over heads and I am jostled through the crowd of men who are mainly taxi drivers. I hold my sign over my face and I stand there smiling, laughing and when a driver looks at me, I point to the sign and say ‘mazaar hai’ and he doesn’t understand but I am laughing and behind the sign I am a world waiting to be lived in.
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