My Trip To India
Trip to India
Peering out of the international terminal window, I gaped at the colossal Boeing-747 plane standing in front of me, with not just one floor but two floors of seats. All buzzed up in excitement, I bombarded my father with questions about my first real trip to India. I say my first real trip because the first time I had been there was when I was an infant, probably being passed around and adored by countless relatives. “When are we leaving? When will we get there? Where are we staying?” I pestered my father, which got the usual response of “I’ll tell you in a bit.” This was the mark of my first summer vacation as a teenager, and what better place to go than to Madras, India to visit my relatives and catch a glimpse of a staggering large and different culture? I did not know what to expect traveling to my parent’s home country but I knew it would be an experience that would be hard to forget. What really stood out in my mind were the overpopulation and the poverty......
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