When I arrived in Delhi I had to walk down a very long row of hand written sign pick-ups just outside the airport. I became very tense when I approached the end of the row and had yet come upon my own name until i fell upon a very familiar Mr. Kiran Michal. For a moment I second guessed my gender and wondered what if I truly was a mister…well, then the driver whom was expecting Mr. Kiran would not have had the best day of his life when he found a MISS cowboy boot wearing Karina!
Now that I think of it. The sign is like a metaphor for my entire experience in India.mr