We were late. We were hustling through a busy terminal to make a plane departure in busy Bangalore airport. My sister and I were moving fast, blocking people out of our path. Eyes on our goal, we were going to make it.
“Where’s Bhav?” she asked.
“We lost Bhav ! There are 10,000 people here!”.
“What are we going to do ?”
“Oh there she is smelling the flowers …”
“Smelling the flowers ! We are going to miss our plane !” …