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Flying into Mumbai, the old familiar odour hit my senses as soon as I left the airport. Nothing seemed to have changed in my five-year absence. The traffic was chaotic, the sound of horns trumpeted the vast city, and the heat and humidity glued my clothes to my back. In spite of these discomforts, I was glad to return.
We met a famous Bollywood star of the day – Zeenat Aman. At her apartment where she lived with her mother, a couple of children had come to her door to ask for autographs and I remember how friendly and patient she was with them.
But there are some memories you choose to forget. Only on reading letters I’d written home had I discovered I’d buried that I’d had Delhi belly. Over the week I may have lost the chocolate pounds I put on in London, but they soon returned once I started eating India’s unbeatable cuisine again.