It’s a 17-hour marathon, let’s be real. That’s basically a full workday, a mini-series, and a nap all crammed into one metal tube. But this flight isn’t just any flight—it’s the New York to Mumbai bloodline.
You know what I mean, right? It’s the route that connects the chai to the corner deli. The vibe today? Let’s just say it’s spicy.
The Pre-Flight Drama
I checked the departure board this morning. On time. I almost spilled my coffee. Did Air India hire a time-turner or something? Because “on time” from JFK is rarer than a good bagel in Mumbai.
But wait—there’s always a catch. A friend who’s a gate agent texted me: “Load factor is insane.” That’s airline speak for “packed like sardines.” Everyone’s going home for Diwali or escaping the New York winter, I guess.
Can you blame them? I’d trade a slushy sidewalk for a vada pav any day.
