The land of roaring tigers and trumpeting elephant, beautiful sari and buzzing tuktuk.
It was funny to meet a soldier here. The memory of others of his kind back home bringing a smile to my face, I would never imagine the dukawala, luthuli walking muranga road living indian in uniform, yet here was one in full uniform manning the train station.
This was a land of many contrasts, people on scooters, small cars and cow drawn carts, beautiful apartments with stinking side streets, beautiful roads with old door less Leyland buses while modern overhead metro trains run to and fro.
The air was hazy when I landed, the heat of the day dispensed the idea that it might be mist, it was a cloud of exhaust.
A beautiful country nothing like my home, a great an numerous people, with leaders who have focus and a desire to change the country for their people. How I wish my people would do the same too.
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