That first morning after you land. Sleep evades you. So much to process and settle on. All your life’s unanswered questions come back to you. Just cannot keep your eyelids shut. Need to soak in. Smell the air of my country. Especially the morning hustle before the hustle of the traffic starts.

I am an untangled set of open nerves and mixed emotions. Wound up in my thoughts of home, belonging, connection.

This Assam tea does some justice. Or does it?

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