My first international trip with a lovely memory

Hello friends! I hope you are all healthy, doing well, and living your lives in peace and happiness. I am posting after quite a long time, and there are several reasons for this that I’d like to share with you. First, for the past few months, I didn't have a phone; mine had broken down, and I didn't have the funds to buy a new one immediately. I decided that instead of repeatedly buying cheap phones, it would be better to save up and get a good one. Another reason is that I wasn't in India during this period. I had always dreamed of seeing the world outside—specifically, what life is like abroad—so I traveled to Doha. My friend's sister-in-law (whom we call Bhabhi) lives there. Since they had gotten married just a few months prior—and I plan to share details about their wedding in future posts—they were initially at home but moved to Doha in mid-June for work. We decided to join them for the trip, so off we went. It wasn't a very long trip; we stayed for about a week. We didn't linger there for long and returned right after dropping them off, as our office schedules don't allow for extended vacations. We actually headed back the very next day after dropping them off. So, let me tell you all about the journey...