The journey from London to Cambridge felt like travelling through a storybook.
Old buildings stood beside modern roads.
Green fields stretched endlessly beyond the windows.
Stone churches appeared suddenly among trees.
Everything felt quieter than India.
Softer.
The driver occasionally pointed out landmarks.
Alankrita listened carefully.
Most of the time she simply watched.
Every few minutes her hand drifted instinctively toward her stomach.
She spoke quietly under her breath.
"That river is beautiful."
"Look at those houses."
"The trees are different here."
"If Amma could see this she would be happy."
By the time the towers and old buildings of Cambridge appeared on the horizon, she was staring in complete awe.
This was not merely a university.
It felt like history itself had become a city.