Airport waiting area

I have arrived some 1 ½ before the actual time of boarding. After informing everyone who cares and I care about there not much to do here. First time without a printed ticket in my hand just with a PNR number, the whole journey I was making plans of what if they don’t give me ticket and then I have to call in my friends to get me one or run around madly in the airport to get ticket. None of which actually happened just went to the window counter and took a print out.

Since we have a big International Airport the departure terminals is just one, loads of people with luggage, try to push then self inside. Saw a women on one side and the another one with a kid on the other side of the gate. All of them had tears in their eyes. Those uncontrollable tears that I have myself lost time controlling them. They know after few months, probably a year they will meet again the good bye is not forever, but still there is this feel of missing the person, missing touch, the talks and not able to see them as you please. You start missing them even with each standing on each side just a call away. Your heart will not listen, no practical logic, no amount of consoling will work because deep down it’s the unsaid pain, it’s a feeling that cannot be described and when it’s something so fleeting how can you get hold of yourself, how do you explain that everything is going to be ok.

Entrance to the airport and this scene it reminds me so many goodbyes I say almost every month when I come to Hyderabad. Every time I am about to leave the place I grow sad, my heart does not want to go, my mind looking for reasons to stay. But sometimes I believe in faith and know there is plan for me and all these goodbyes are for a reason and me staying away when I so much want to be here, back home.

Locate a landmark store scroll through some books and find magazine, call a friend and don’t want to hang up. This feels like a chamber where I have to prepare myself before I leave for Chennai. I look for distractions. Locate the exit gate even though there is a lot of time to leave, long rows of chair, empty chairs, people scattered here and there preparing them self for the journey. Some are lucky as they are headed home with so much eagerness on their faces they can’t sit at one place, want to get into the plane right away. Some like me at different stages of accepting the reality that yes they are headed back from home. There is still hope for some who are clinched onto their mobile phones. Some have got busy with their laptops like me trying to look busy and unaware of the feeling, some have made new friend or are with friends so the transition happens smooth.

I always wanted to travel, go to new places, meet new people but I know I feel like settling down not in the sense that I don’t want to go see the world and concur some adventures but I need a constant way to find my way back home because it here where my heart is, unconditional love and happiness is without any reason.