There is an Oman family sitting right in front of me. They are on a family trip to India. They seem very generous. The daughter must be of 5 yrs is very cute. I don’t have words regarding her cuteness . Her brother seems very friendly, he waived his hand saying hello. Everyone here is super busy some trying to sleep, some chatting, kids arguing their parents but this girl is pretending to busy with her cell phone.. The little boy from Oman is sitting right in front of her looking out of the window. As if the greenery is fascinating him. As if he has never ever came across such green fields.
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