I wish I had taken a picture, but I want to mention the Dubai airport anyway. The airport was shiny and new, and filled to the gills with commercialism - more like a duty-free mall, really. To add to that, it was covered with sleeping people, mostly Indian. Walking from gate to gate, you had to navigate a narrow track between people lying on the floor, with scarfs pulled over their faces. Pratishtha's brother, Prateek, suggested it was because many Indians have been immigrating to Dubai, and they might stay in the airport for a few days before figuring out who to bribe in customs. Or something like that.
The Delhi airport, on the other hand, was very run-down, with holes in the ceiling. People seemed very concerned about me wandering around looking for my friend.
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