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you. So, you’re precious. Rising to fame in the times of social media can
make one delusional at times. Even an ordinary person can be driven crazy
by the powerful device, i.e. a smartphone.

Chhatrapati Shivaji Mumbai Airport is a complete mess. When in Czech,
I would hardly come across so many people, even on the busiest of days.
But Mumbai is madness. People are constantly running, chasing what? One
would have to ask a local.

A policewoman swiftly walks towards me. She has the built of a middle-
aged guy and a typical Indian face. Big eyes, red bindi , and a round face.
She gestures at me to move towards a small cabin like room. I follow her.

‘What is your purpose of visit?’ she asks.
‘Umm... I am an artist, a singer. I’m travelling to Goa for writing new
songs. I needed a break from my routine.’

‘Bollywood?’ she laughs out loud. ‘Another struggler,’ she shouts to her
colleague and continues, ‘When do you plan to leave?’

‘Umm... I have not booked my return tickets yet. I plan to stay here until
the new year. They say the new year is the best time to be in Goa.’ I smile.
‘Ma’am, do you have a business card?’ she asks curtly.

‘No! But let me show you my social media account. I have a lot of fans
in India too.’ I take my phone out and turn it on.

‘I don’t know about Instagram and all!’ she says, making weird faces.
‘Which songs have you sung?’
‘Time,’ I say.

She interrupts, ‘I will google you! I only listen to Bollywood songs.’
‘Oh! Yes, sure. You’ll find me. I have sung a rendition of a Bollywood
song as well.’

‘You may go now.’ As I pick my luggage up to move, she interrupts,
‘How are you travelling to Goa?’

‘By train.’
‘Goa Express? Konkan Kanya?’

‘Konkan Kanya.’
‘You can book a prepaid taxi from the airport. It is safer for foreign
tourists.’