Northern India: The Good, the Great and The Ugly

I noticed the clouds first, as I always do. “You see?” I said to my mum, pointing upward as we exited the airport. “Don’t the clouds look crazy after those weeks away? They’re so close to the ground here. It’s almost like you can touch them.” I’ve said this every time I have returned from travels, my cloud fixation reignited immediately upon landing.

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