Last week was the sad passing of Alan Rickman. I’ve loved him since he whispered the iconic lines about India in the film adaptation of Jane Austen’s (who I love even more) Sense and Sensibility.
On that note, last Friday a conversation between an Indian coworker of mine went something like this:
Me: Hey I heard you are getting married! Congratulations!
Him: Thanks! You should come to the wedding in Bombay in April?
Me: Seriously?? I suppose I could…Ben has spring break and we were planning on going to Korea but we could go the other direction?
Him: Yes, totally.
Him: Yes, I’m totally serious.
Me: Ok, why not?
So six days later, Emirates tickets purchased (because that airlines is on the bucket list) for a fast 1 week in and out of Mumbai with an extended lay over in Dubai so Ben can to to the top of the Burj Khalifa.
India…here we come.