Shibani Das One The announcement crackled overhead like a lazy yawn: “Passengers on Flight TK 1827 to Berlin, please note your flight has been delayed due to weather conditions. Further updates will follow.” Antara Rao barely flinched. Her noise-canceling headphones cushioned her in a half-reality, but she heard enough through the calm of piano jazz to know: she was going nowhere anytime soon. Outside the massive glass panes of Istanbul Airport, snow fell in clumps—thick, lazy tufts swirling like cotton candy being spun by invisible hands. The terminal buzzed with an odd kind of tension: an orchestra of shuffling boots,…