Salam Kabul ...Part I Boarding the Kam Air flight from Delhi, I was welcomed by rows and rows of empty seats. As I quietly walked the aisle towards my seat in the front rows, an eerie feeling came over me – perhaps nobody wants to go to Kabul. I quickly pushed any such further thoughts behind, pulled my mask up over my nose and buckled up in my aisle seat.... A flight attendant in full PPE attire and diver’s googles tapped my shoulder and plonked on the tray a small casserole of piping hot Afghani chicken Pulav and a large bottle of strawberry -banana juice before I could say Heineken (oops!) The pulav had more raisins than there are in a Saravana Bhavan rava kesari . Before i could swallow the last morsel of chicken, the pilot announced his intention to land shortly... Quickly whipping out my phone I slid to the window seat (thank God for all the empty seats) to take some customary photos from the plane window. To say that the view was breathtaking is an understatement. Rolling a...