My first experience of airport

It was half past ten in the night when we reached the airport to pick up one of my cousins who flew down from the US. Mumbai international airport is a massive structure with around 13 floors reserved only for parking.
It presents an exquisite view during night time with yellow lights looking like jewel stones glowing resplendently all around the structure. Inside the airport were scores of people waiting anxiously for their loved ones and their friends to arrive.
There were people carrying bouquets to present and placards to pick up their guests. As the passengers were coming out one after the other, everybody was engrossed in searching out for their loved ones and their friends. There were passengers of varied age groups, from the young professionals who had fulfilled the dreams of their parents by toiling ceaselessy to earn their livelihoods in the US although it seems very comfortable from down here, to a granny on her wheel chair excited to meet her grand children after years of wait.
I rushed to bring some tea and returned in a flash to  not miss the excitement of waiting. On my way back I accidentally saw a man adjusting his pants openly, confident perhaps that nobody would bother to turn around and look at him.
Finally our anxious wait was over and it was all cheers as we found our cousin coming out. We left the airport and were on our way home as the gleaming yellow lights faded away and were rendered invisible.