6:00 AM. Sangeet morning.

The first touch of dawn had barely stretched its golden fingers across the sky when the airplane glided onto the tarmac with a low, satisfying groan of metal surrendering to gravity. The engines exhaled one last time, the ground humming beneath it as if murmuring a welcome. The tires screeched lightly, a crisp reminder that the journey had officially ended for some, and just begun for others.