Grab your cup of tea, glass of wine, handkerchief, tissues if you are up for this sentimental post. All set? Here we go. One summer afternoon, a month and a half ago, I took Shafali to the airport. Who is Shafali? you ask; I’ll tell you shortly.
Which airport, you ask next?
San Francisco International.
Where was she going? (Full of questions, aren't you?!) She flew off to Germany, to start a new chapter in her life. A new job.
And as I drove back home, minus Shafali and