ログインA Soaring Lecture from Sugarcane Fields to Skies of Cuiabá
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Team Rachna was surprised when Rachna told them what Sonia had conveyed to her as soon as she entered the aircraft. They were about to fly from George's airstrip in Araraquara over mid-eastern Brazil on their way to Cuiabá airport after spending an enjoyable day at George’s sprawling sugarcane farm.
Samson's request for Rachna to lecture in his hangar and his plans for the same surprised Team Rachna, and it was understandable that everyone was puzzled and wanted to know more details.
“I just suggested a brief talk for her yesterday night,” Rajesh said, “It now seems he took it seriously, and it is turning out to be a big lecture.”
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