tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293601812011-04-21T11:28:05.339-07:00An Indian youth, brought up in a family confused between being conservative and modern, starts to dream.Siddhesh Mehrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13960959873401739465noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29360181.post-1149620886636062832006-06-06T12:06:00.000-07:002006-08-14T10:05:11.403-07:00"Would you like something to drink, Sir?"<br />"Yes, can I have a Coke?"<br />"There you are!"<br />"Thanks, can I also have an Air Sickness Bag?"<br />"It is in the seat pocket, right in front of you."<br />"Oh, thank you."<br /><br />I was finally at the threshold. I had always known this time would come, but every time I thought of it, I would have that little knot in my stomach; it might be just a dream after all. I looked out of the window. There it was; the city which'd had me enthralled since I gained senses. I would be back, Bombay; just going off for a little while!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29360181-114962088663606283?l=siddheshmehrabook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Siddhesh Mehrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13960959873401739465noreply@blogger.com0