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I thought airplanes were supposed to be on time, unlike the Indian railways, which are always late by an hour at least. Here I'm, very restless, sitting in the Delhi airport, waiting for my flight to New York. It's been a month since Karthik and Aman went there to have their "honeymoon" and a week since Aman broke his legs while skiing. So I'm way too excited to have this fantastic tour. Oh no, I mean, I'm sad that Aman had to go through the pain, and I'm always there for him. So, I'm traveling to NY to lend a hand and not enjoy, of course.
I finally boarded the plane at 2 in the night. For the first hour, I clicked pictures of the sky and wings of the plane. If you want me to describe the view, well, the description is beyond the power of words, worth a shot though. Delhi, dangerous yet beautiful. It was where I went once my wedding broke. It was my city of hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Delhi looked exquisite under the moonlight. The second hour passed as I clicked selfies from every angle possible. Tried out every single expression, from weird smiles to pouts. It was already 30 minutes past 4 when I finally decided to sleep. I woke up at exactly 8am, finding myself drenched in coffee, one of the passengers "accidentally" spilled it on me. How on earth is that possible? It's not a cab or a bus traveling on a busy road that a sudden brake is applied, and you lose control! Yeah, okay, whatever, maybe I'm just a little too mean towards humans. But well, they haven't really done anything that I'm proud of. I scared the passenger away with my cold smile, cleaned myself, and just sat there, with absolutely no thoughts in mind.
I was brought back to this world by the air hostess who offered me breakfast, which I was supposed to make for myself anyway. It was Upma. With great confidence, I had denied taking the freshly made paranthas back at Delhi. And for what? For this damn Upma? With no other choice, I went ahead and ate it. By then, I had made it to 10am. The journey would last for 16 hours. How is it humanely possible to sit for that long?
Somehow, I managed to not lose my mind during the whole ride. I finally landed in NY at 8 in the night to see a fiercely beautiful woman, with somewhat curly hair, wearing a badass pure black leather jacket, standing right in front of me with handcuffs in her right hand, and a gun in the left. A normal person would definitely get scared, but I skipped a heartbeat. I was so lost that I oversaw Karthik smiling at me. He came towards me and hugged me. And I suddenly remembered that I had to hug him back. We picked up my luggage and headed home, I still had images of the lady cop hovering in my head. I wonder if she has even noticed me.
Karthik and Aman had rented a small place in Brooklyn, Karthik worked as a server in a nearby restaurant to meet their expenses. We reached home, and a person not known to me opened the door. He introduced himself as Jake, a detective working in the 99th precinct. Karthik told me that Jake and his wife, Amy, were regular visitors at the place he worked and that Jake and Karthik had insane things in common. It so happened that one day Jake questioned Amy regarding why baby oil isn't made of babies because olive oil is made of olives. Karthik, who was standing right there to make a note of their order, had the same thoughts too! Someone who vibes with Karthik instantly becomes his best friend. This is how Karthik and Jake met. Listening to this story, I realized that both of them shared the same amount of brain cells. And it makes me question the existence of both these dum-dums.
Jake said he had to leave for the precinct as his partner in the case had already arrested the guy and was on her way to the precinct. We bid him goodbye and went to meet Aman. Aman was peacefully sleeping in his room, he's an early bird I thought, and I decided to not disturb him.
Without further delay, Karthik and I had our dinner and watched some TV show. Karthik went to his(their, it’s Aman’s as well) room. New York by far, has welcomed me gracefully I thought. The journey was quite tiring, so I decided to hit the sack.