It was 4.30am. The alarm was stopped before it rang. It was like I alarmed the alarm. In fact I didn’t even sleep the whole night. Four hours at the maximum would have been a pleasure I would say, but unfortunately I didn’t even get that. Friend visits, phone calls, SMS’s, etc just kept pouring in as if I was leaving for good. It was just a holiday, I kept thinking. But having to think about me when my friends where going for their vacation, I would say I did the same.

A guy walked into my apartment with a cross-stud hanging from his right ear. Asked me to name my room number to check my authencity. After he was convinced I am the one, helped me settle into a big 8 seater cab, where the rest seven seats were filled. I loaded my giant truck into the cab. A thought flashed in my mind again – Would it be under 25kgs. I wanted to reaffirm my initial gut about the baggage.

A loud shut noise of the door made me realize I am within the cab. I checked around to get a feel of the people around me. My vision was blurred by the absence of light. Cleared my eyes a couple of more times to see if I am comfortable. Its been two weeks since I got rid of my glasses. After serving its life, my Bentley designer glass died. A crack sound, the lenses were parted, the couples separated, with me holding them in each hand and wondering about the future. It was two hours before my exam.

I gripped the thoughts back to the present. My thoughts kept flickering. I started enjoying the ecstasy of the thought-life-cycle (Trademark!). Thoughts are sometimes connected to emotions, emotions controlled by various random variables, some predictive to an extent.

I remember the day the flight took off from HAL airport in Bangalore. The cab drive to the airport was the scene which struck my memory then. I tried to find a correlation, but just could find one relation – arithmetically; the cost of my flight ticket. Otherwise right from the very scratch it was different.

Before I could think about anything else, Kingsford Smith stood in front of me. International terminal was filled with people at 5.30am. Travelers. I love them. I envy them. I wonder about their experiences. But this time it was all about my experience – interesting!

Filtered by sambhar….

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