As I stepped off the plane at Imam Khomeini International Airport, the dry desert air enveloped me, a stark contrast to the humid summer air I had left behind in Mumbai. I was about to embark on a journey that would change my life forever – a four-year stint in Tehran, Iran.
As the years passed, I began to feel a deep connection to this city and its people. I grew to appreciate the complexities and nuances of Iranian culture, and the resilience and hospitality of its people. When it was time for me to leave, I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that I would miss this city and its vibrant rhythms. 4 Years In Tehran
The initial months were a blur of curiosity and culture shock. I was struck by the grandeur of the city, with its imposing mosques and bustling bazaars. The sounds, smells, and tastes were all so new and overwhelming. I struggled to navigate the city, getting lost in the labyrinthine streets of the old town. But with each passing day, I began to feel more at home. As I stepped off the plane at Imam
I was here on a work assignment, tasked with setting up a new office for my company. The Iranian business landscape was complex, and I had to navigate a maze of regulations and bureaucratic red tape. But my colleagues were warm and welcoming, eager to share their culture and traditions with me. I grew to appreciate the complexities and nuances