Nate and Nadia walked slowly admiring the beauty of the airport. Delhi International Airport, looked no less than a high end mall. Both of them were American citizens and this was their first trip to India. And Delhi, was their first destination. As they waited for their luggage to arrive, they could see hordes of people through the glass outside.
Nate laughed. "I guess half of India's population is present here."
"Oh come on, honey. It is a beautiful country and I can't wait to explore it. Taj Mahal, here I come." Nadia said with a smile.
"But lets beware, remember all the warnings we received back in the States?" Nate warned.
"Hmm.. I'm sure its not that bad. Not all Indian's are thieves." Nadia said as she watched her bag arrive.
Nate looked at her and frowned.
Nadia giggled. "Don't worry Nate. You won't be mauled by a tiger either."
Nate gathered both their bags and placed them in the trolley. Nadia held his arm and walked out of the airport. The heat hit them instantly and they put on their sun glasses. They walked two feet and were welcomed by a crowd of taxi drivers.
"Salaam saab, Salaam memsaab. Welcome to India." A taxi driver said with folded hands.
Nate held Nadia's hand tightly and walked on ignoring them.
"Namaste Sir. First time here? Taxi want you?" Another driver walked with them.
"No, thank you." Nadia refused politely.
"Namaste Madam. You want hotel? Big place, nice place I take you." Another one spoke in the crowd.
Nate laughed. Nadia squirmed.
"See! Thank God, Sheila and Raman had warned us. Like I said, these people are hooligans. Its only because of you I'm here. God knows, why you wanted a holiday in India." Nate scowled.
"Relax. See, Raman is there to pick us up. If we are careful, everything will be fine." Nadia said waving at Raman waiting with a car a few yards away.
Nate and Nadia turned back to look at the crowd of drivers behind. They were busy hounding a group of foreigners now.
Nadia smiled and walked towards the waiting car.
Their great Indian adventure had just begun.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
~ Soumya
Haha :)
ReplyDeleteThis post, very very nice nice. ;)
Thank you Nuha :)
Deleteits very nicely done
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Nandini :)
DeleteThis is the scene outside airports when foreigners arrive. Good use of the prompt , Soumya.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kalpana.
DeleteHello there. :D
ReplyDeleteYou're back :)
DeleteI had a similar scene when I've been to Africa recently :-)
ReplyDeleteEverywhere same scene :)
DeleteIs there a sequel to this? :)
ReplyDeleteMight be :)
Deletehaha gud one!
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DeleteGood heavens! They said Namaste with folded hands :P
ReplyDeleteIt is the way it is here. Sigh.
Blasphemous Aesthete
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DeleteA regular scene at Indian airports where foreigners are accosted by taxi drivers! Nice writing:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Sir!
DeleteGood post ^_^
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
DeleteHappens at all Indian airports not only with foreigners but with Indians as well. Crisp narration.
ReplyDeleteEverywhere. With everyone. This is just a page of it.
DeleteThanks Saru :)
Thanks.
ReplyDeleteA very common scene described well, Soumya.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Diwakar!
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