This is me. There’s no where else on earth I’d rather be. I’m home! And am I glad or what..
The journey back home was tiring. Right from the long wait at Heathrow to the never ending flight. I happened to be seated next to a squirming toddler and a very harassed mother. The moment I saw them, I felt sorry for the lady. Imagine having to control a loud, wiggly and restless two year old all by yourself, and also bear with the grimacing looks passed on to you by other intolerant passengers. I’ve always empathised with mothers traveling alone with kids and know what a task it is, so I decided to help out. I distracted him while his mom fed him and then we watched the clouds outside and played the game of forming mental images of animals with every visible cloud. I later moved to another seat while he slept so that it gave him the extra space to stretch his legs.
I then happened to sit with the crew. I tried reading, napping and chatting with the air hostesses, but time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace. After what seemed like a year, they finally announced the landing. That is when it hit me. In a few minutes I would be actually seeing my family! The impatience in me was evident by my behaviour, as I tried to rush the people in front of me to exit the aircraft.
Ofcourse, when you desperately wait for something, it has to be delayed. I hastily went through the customs to be able to get out as soon as possible. But then, one of my bags was missing. I waited at the baggage claim impatiently, but there was no sign. Soon all the passengers had left and an empty belt circulated, much to my dismay. I could begin to feel the onset of an anxiety attack as I realised that bag contained some important papers, without which I would be lost. I dragged myself to the right counter and reported my missing bag. I was delayed by another hour but they finally found my bag. Phew!
When I walked out, I spotted noone and wondered where they were. And then I saw them. My dad was looking out for me, and mom was in the midst of a conversation with A. I waved, they didn’t see me. I waved again. There was no response. I know where I get my blindness from, I thought to myself. I went closer and waved a third time. Dad saw me. I watched him turn around to the others and delightedly exclaim, ‘she is here!‘
I saw mom run towards me. That is when I decided I couldn’t take the distance that separated us anymore. I abandoned my trolley and ran towards her, into her embrace. And then into the arms of my smiling father. I am truly home.