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For an expatriate, the word "family" often vibrates with a bittersweet frequency. It is a word defined by WhatsApp video calls, grainy photos of cousins growing up too fast, and the quiet ache of missing another Eid, another wedding, or another spontaneous weekend drive. We live our lives in parallel to the people who know us best. So, when the stars finally aligned for me to join our grand family expedition to Kodaikanal, it wasn’t just a "trip"—it was a reclamation of belonging. Our destination was the "Princess of Hill Stations," a title Kodaikanal has worn gracefully for decades. But the true destination wasn't a place on a map; it was the laughter of 40 relatives echoing through a bus at midnight. The Midnight Caravan: From Kerala to the Border Our journey began under the veil of 10:00 PM. While the rest of the world was winding down, our group—a vibrant, chaotic, and beautiful spectrum of nearly 40 people—was j...