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Two Sancharis

It was one of those long, tiring travel days, wrapping up work, packing in a hurry, rushing through the metro, airport bus, and juggling a Teams call in between. All I wanted was a quiet moment and a cup of coffee. Finally, I settled down with my movie, trying to relax before the flight.

Then came the sudden gate change. IndiGo’s chaos over the past weeks shows why India must avoid monopoly-like dominance and push the government to invest seriously in infrastructure and transportation so such disruptions don’t cripple the entire system. I moved along with everyone else, noticing how busy people were with their phones. A usual thought came to me: it would be nice to meet someone new… someone to talk to. Usually all my thoughts, ideas, frustrations, tensions all are penned as blogs.

I continued watching my movie, and in a simple moment, I just asked the lady next to me whether there had been any announcement.

That small question changed the whole evening.

We started talking… and it felt like we had known each other before, even though we just introduced ourselves. She was Sanchari, an assistant professor, an IIT scholar, brilliant and humble. We spoke about our lives, our work, GIS, and then India and its ever-changing journey. When another delay was announced, we went for coffee and the conversation flowed even deeper. A human from India dare to speak the real issues, and raising concerns over the current mob and political culture of misleading narratives.

Sometimes, life gives you quiet surprises. A stranger becomes a friend. A busy airport turns into a warm memory. And you feel understood, heard, and connected. Mostly the openness, same ideas of being a human, same socio political views, and both in engineering, all made the eve beautiful.

The moments were so beautiful that I wished time would slow down. Because sometimes, what we truly need is someone to listen… someone to talk to… someone who feels familiar even when new.

I am a traveler.
And that day, I met another traveler - Sanchari, yes she is really "Sanchari" from West Bengal, working in Rajasthan, married to Kerala. Awesome peoples... hope bhir milegi..But she is a genius and academic excellence. Life some times bring such good souls, and simply they leave. 




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