Wings of Tradition: My First Journey with Air India.
As dusk gently settles over the quiet village, soft raindrops begin to fall, creating ripples across the still waters of the canal. The golden hues of the setting sun blend with the silvery sheen of rain, casting a serene glow over the lush green banks. The rhythmic patter of rain whispers through the leaves and onto the rooftops, bringing with it a deep sense of calm and nostalgia