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The dusk had its charm in the dim moonlight, lighting the streets of the little hamlet where we were living for a generation. The village had not witnessed the neon lamps shining for decade and now the solar powered lamps had given up sooner than before connecting the power cables to them. The pothole rich roads had the tires of cars, scooters and stomach scattered all around our imagination while enjoying the bumping rides. Little kids had started to play in the puddles imagining the swimming pools of rich. Cricket was a common evening show in the fields around the village which presented itself as a town with the only bar claiming to be a pub. The rendezvous of rich and poor, heroes and villains, business tycoons and unemployed, while some gluttons roamed around them in much hopes of sumptuous meal before heading home after a days work. The only movie theatre was filled with drunkards every evening whistling to the tunes of the popular South Indian movies with dashing stuntmen and ra...

 Not sure whether we can call it as post-covid yet or new world for that matter. Maybe current times would be a good start. The corporate world had frozen the travels for a while and the official ones had become a rarity. The taxi to pick me up came right on time as expected, triggering the start of an official trip. As usual I had managed to pack more than required for a one day trip, almost competent for a week. A morning drive to Bangalore airport was very relaxing and had a meditating effect. This is an unspoken local secret, to be experienced only if you manage to travel before the traffic settles otherwise notorious Bangalore roads.  Before we get into the adventure, you need to be mindful about the not so exciting previous night. Indigo had promptly informed to do an online check-in and generate the boarding pass which I obliged without any challenge. However I assumed it is to avoid queueing in the airport, also for a fast drop out of baggage and I was proved right by ...