The Immigrant's Curse (Part 1)
The plane taxied down the highway of Chhatrapati Shivaji Airport; a grim smile on the passengers faces after the tedious journey. As he stepped out of the plane he was greeted by a rush of warm, humid air - a typical Mumbai summer special. He walked out of the airport and addressed his family with a nod which they pretended not to notice. He would have been ashamed of his family shouting in the Mumbai mob back home but he was cut loose from his family and friends that were in India. They were almost...strangers to him now. He suddenly felt like a celebrity and those people were like paparazzi. With non-existent fear of humiliation creating a bubble of charisma and confidence he walked on only to be assailed with eager faces yearning to know about his lavish life. Well, he had not really expected this, had he? He was hoping to start a new chapter in his life once again. He had come to his roots again. But he was disconnected from the modern India - maybe these weren't his roots any