Alina found herself at the Delhi Airport surrounded by a gathering group of people waiting for the Druk Air flight to arrive. They spoke in a language she had never heard before. Most of them were dressed in business attire, but she suspected that wasn’t their normal fashion. They were soft-spoken and addressed each other in respectful tones. She watched and listened with great interest. They were a clue to the culture and mannerisms of the place which she would soon enter. I
I love being out in the middle of a blizzard, the snow falling and spiraling around me so fast that it obliterates the world and leaves me floating in a cosmic dimension of frosty whiteness – there is no up or down, left or right, in or out – just being there in the midst of it all with the whirling, swooping whiteness stinging my face.
