New Delhi, here comes self!
After numerous bumblings, ditherings, late-night confabulations (with self, in her head), and much badgering of Newark Continental Baggage Office (“I need my bag! I forgot my medication inside! I won’t survive the long flight to New Delhi!), she is finally, finally “ready”. She has spritzed Chanel perfume (from a tester in the Duty Free store), and applied Estee Lauder lipstick, again from a tester.
Mrinalini’s last e-mail:
“A short, dark young man named Anand should be waiting just outside the green gate outside the Nothing to Declare exit …”
Stay tuned.
