Or so I thought.
The plane ride was fine. I sat next to a grumpy old man for the first part, and I was surrounded by a gaggle of Tamil-speaking grandmas for the second, so I didn’t get too much sleep, but I was fine. I just watched a ton of movies.
For the record, if you find yourself in the middle of a bunch of Tamil-speaking grandmas, get out. They talk and talk and talk and don’t ever seem to need sleep, and they force-feed you idlis. Even though you’ve never met them in your life and you tell them quite politely that no thanks, you’re not hungry.
Anyway, I was fine. Wide-eyed, I exited the airport and reached home. I wasn’t tired after breakfast. I wasn’t tired after lunch. When my grandmother went to take a nap, I stayed up reading. When my uncle later took a nap, I started unpacking.
I thought this jet-lag would be child’s play after the all-nighter’s I pulled at Tech.
Wrong.
I crashed at 5 in the evening.
And here I am, awake at 2:30 in the morning. Huzzah.
-May 19th
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