Chennai to Madrid and back... and misery struck!

xxxxxThe city sweats. The reeking stench of 7 million bodies brushing past each other. The blend of sticky sweat from the hands, arms and shoulders of the masses is hanging in the air, adding to it’s putrid saltiness. You feel repulsive as you anticipate your bonding with them. Not yet though. Right now the heavily scented, sweet agarbati perfume of the flight clings to you nauseously and you feel a shooting ache seep through your teeth to your jaws, zipping through your eyes and pounding your temples over and over again...