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Early this week, Air India formally announced its third hub and first southern hub at Bengaluru. The deal involves having a lounge at Terminal 2 for domestic passengers and amongst other things an MRO which had already made news in the past.
This announcement is a big boost for Bengaluru – which has had its own set of challenges with runways and terminals and seen multiple ownership…
Now access T2 of Bengaluru airport in Metaverse, login here
Now access T2 of Bengaluru airport in Metaverse, login here
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BIAL announces the launch of the first phase of ‘BLR Metaport’
BLR Airport’s T2 can now be accessed in the Metaverse
It has been developed in partnership with Amazon Web Services and Polygon.
New Delhi. Bengaluru International Airport Limited (BIAL), the operator of Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru (BLR Airport), on Tuesday announced the launch of the first phase of ‘BLR…
BIAL partners with Kotak Mahindra Bank, Phi Commerce to facilitate one-stop payment solution
BIAL partners with Kotak Mahindra Bank, Phi Commerce to facilitate one-stop payment solution
BIAL partners with Kotak Mahindra Bank, Phi Commerce to facilitate one-stop payment solution
It will power B2B and B2C payments across channels both online and offline, BIAL said in a release on Thursday. Designed specifically for the airport, the solution will enable a secure, scalable, and unified payment experience.
It will power B2B and B2C payments across channels both online and offline,…
Porque quando você ama sente necessidade da outra pessoa. Não por dependência, carência e outras coisas. Mas porque é bom estar ali, com o corpo junto, coração do lado, ouvindo a respiração. Você se sente em casa.
When she opens her eyes to an unfamiliar world, her first thought is not, in fact, that she has to get home. That she should panic, that she doesn't know where she is, that her daughter is back there without her. Nor does her miraculous survival cross her mind-- her bruised face and throat ache, yes, but the presence of her head, still in place on her shoulders, leads her mind to dismiss that potential train of thought in favor of something far more intriguing:
The water is whispering to her.
Sitting up, she manages to push aside her curiosity long enough to take brief stock of her surroundings. The sun-- or moon? She cannot tell-- is black, ringed in faint purple light as if eclipsed by another. Its light tinges everything with purple, and its glow is strong enough to drown out the reflection of her eyes when she looks down at her arm. The air is far warmer than the Golgar afternoon she just came from, pleasant after exposure to that chilly wind. In the distance, she sees mountains; up close, what might be trees, though they do not look to be made of wood in her eyes. And a few meters away from her winds a long river, the source of the whispers at the edge of her senses.
On further examination, it is not water. What she mistook for a trick of the light (or what little there is) is in fact truth. The liquid in the river does not flow as water would, quick and clean. No, it is instead sluggish, viscous, iridescent where it catches the twilight rays of the odd black sun above her. And still it whispers, calling to her. The words are just too faint, too out of reach for her to catch them clearly, but she does understand that it is calling, this oily substance, and in the depths of her soul she longs to answer.
Common sense and caution would advise against this, declare it folly, but death no longer frightens her. It has claimed her once, perhaps now twice, and should it come for her a third time she will simply find a new way to escape.
And so she dips her fingertips into the whispering oil, watches it glisten black against her gray skin.
Today i got to spend some time with my dad's friend who has documented over 100,000 aboriginal words and translations and contexts mostly from the southeast and I just learnt so so so much I really cant express how good it feels. Took a little video of my mamma learning words for things around our place and i want the admiration I felt in that moment to set the tone for this year
April 23, 1896 was a pivotal date in the histories of both live vaudeville and cinematic exhibition. On that day, Koster and Bial’s Music Hall topped off their presentation of six variety acts with six short projected films by the Edison Company.
As we wrote here a few days ago, movies had been introduced in New York two years earlier in the form of self-serve kinetoscope machines. These were…