We’re flying from California to New Delhi airport, with a strategic four hour layover at Newark Airport. Sona’s parents live ten minutes from there, so they pick us up, and we have a delicious lunch with kebabs, lamb, family naan – a perfect send off to be on our way to India. Then Sona’s dad offers me shots. In the spirit of merriment, I say okay. Instead of his great collection of blended and single malt whiskies, he pulls out a syringe (he’s a pediatrician).
So that’s how my Friday’s going. How is everyone else’s?