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Two

"Au revoir."

The driver bid me farewell as soon as I paid him for the ride and stepped out of the cab.

I saluted him in return and proceeded to the entrance of Charles de Gaulle Airport. The cab took a U-turn and sped towards Central Paris.

The air was chilly and despite the scarf wrapped across my face, the icy wind stung me hard. I had to bow my head against the cold draught in order to keep walking.

As soon as I stepped inside the airport, the environment became more livable. I heaved a sigh of relief.

I seated myself at one of the chairs in the waiting area and looked around.

A group of people was talking animatedly in their native language- French. Maybe they had arrived from an unfamiliar territory as well. I saw parents hugging their children, and asking them all sorts of questions about their trip.

I found the whole scene fascinating, and my insides bubbled with excitement at the thought of meeting my family after a long time.

The announcement of the arrival of my flight propelled me to come out of my reverie. I put the magazine I was going through in the same rack I had retracted it from and moved in the direction of Terminal - 03.

I approached my seat and made myself comfortable. Then, I sent a quick message to my mom and dad saying 'My flight is about to take off. Can't wait to see you guys!!' with a heart emoticon.

After a few minutes of excitement, the whole airborne journey started to feel dull, and tiresome. If I wasn't heading home, I would have jumped out.

Finally, after tedious ten hours, the plane landed onto the soil of India. My exhaustion that had been prevalent the entire way, faded suddenly, and I felt rejuvenated.

I made my way outside with a newfound elation.

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