After several days of glitter, gold, sand, selfies, souks, Sim cards, and survival instincts, I am finally home — fresh, functional, and fully Indian again. The Dubai trip era has officially ended. Passport resting. Suitcase defeated. Jet lag negotiating with my brain like a stubborn landlord. But oh… what a ride it was! Day 1: Landed in Dubai. Immigration staff gave me a look that said: “Welcome. Don’t expect smiles.” I accepted the challenge. Our tour manager Lokesh kept count of us like a school teacher on a picnic. Meanwhile, Dubai Mall kept count of how many kilometres I walked. Day 2: Dubai Frame! Group photo! Everyone smiling except the person who later had to pay for the printed copy — me. Evening cruise: Magic show, dance, food, joy, calories, and 200 dirhams gone for souvenir photos. Worth it. The confetti picture alone was happiness. Day 3: Museum of the Future: Looked like a giant doughnut with beautiful calligraphy. I looked like a man searching for Wi-Fi. Desert Safari: ...
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