When I exited the arrival hall at Hyderabad International Airport, I felt myself being transported back in time. For there, parked at the side of the road, was a car straight from my childhood in the 1960s. The generous curves of the body, the round headlights and the gleaming chrome tugged at me.
The next thing I knew, someone was tugging at my sleeve.
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