Finally home

We landed on time. Ahan slept through the whole deboarding process, while the passenger with the 10-month old baby helped me strap him in the Ergo and with my luggage. I decided best not to ask the flight crew for help after I saw them recruit another passenger to help the aunty with the bad knee with her bags.
The best thing about India is service. We breezed through immigration, where I caught a baffled officer asking his colleague about Guatemala's location, while stamping an entry on a co passenger's passport. Once at the luggage belt, nicely dressed men offered to help for a few dollars when they are actually required by law to do it for free. My stingy Indian side kicked in, I bargained them down to 100 rupees and they escorted me to my mother's arms and into the grime, sweat and crowded streets of Delhi.