I didn’t feel talking at that exact moment worth it,
When I stepped out near the gate, I could feel the cold &warm droplets on my palm some rolling from my cheeks and some from the sky.
My filthy luggage was among a board discussion as it seems, between my parents and the generous driver indeed that who will be the luckier one to carry the heaviest and the lightest too. Meanwhile, I crept out and made my booty comfortable at the backside with my head hung low causing me to stare and adore the car’s mat with a kinda fascination, but actually, a way to hide the rivers of Ganga, Yamuna, and Saraswathi rolling down from the eyes.
I decided to depart all by myself due to the disappointment with my parent’s sudden decision to parcel me Pune at sudden without my consent and causing the outcomes unpleasant for me though. Chaos was created and I was left with no time to even properly bid’ adieu to my pals for the last time I suppose.
So, the car took me away swiftly, and within 30 minutes or so I could make out that I reached the airport by continuously glancing with my water-filled eyes although it was a way blurry sight. Firstly, I had a sudden sense of realization that my egoistic attitude crept me to a bit trouble indeed causing a great nervousness in myself because it was to be my first time to depart from all alone. My confused Lil brain started going round at the sight of the numerous luggage checking booths and onboarding ticket counters. As I felt, I had exploited a fraction of my super precious moments, so to locate my counter and do all the formalities and security checks. I was praying to god for not making me fall into any sort of trouble and avoid embarrassment. Then the most frustrating part was to wait for my flight
near the hanger area, I suppose. Huh! eventually After the long-tiring wait of 3 hrs time arrived to board in and ready for take-off.
My first alone flying experience went quite messy and quirky though marvelous till now but one was highly upset due to being distant from my old school buddies. After a tiring flight of 3hrs, my foot landed on the ground of Pune, Maharashtra. After getting off, I took a deep sigh of relief. Now I put my glares on just to pretend how cool I have resulted in the first mistake which was I carelessly stepped out of the airdrome unknowingly, without collecting my baggage. When the thought of my clothes crept into mind I leaped and marathoned to the location where people were already done with their collection of stuff respectively. At the sight of my precious bags, I was relieved but it didn’t last too long because I then drove my heavy bags out all by myself. Out of the airport, my yells were somewhat like “dada chaloge Kya?” I tried my best to make the best use of the pickup lines I learned before coming to attract taxi drivers and auto bhayias here. After a long struggle, I managed to halt one but suddenly from nowhere a guy pushed me back at the time I was entering the taxi and he leaped into and said “madam Ajao hum bhale log Hai, safely ghar drop kardete Hai! Chale saath mai safar karte hai” and winked lastly at me making me embarrassed. The lines gave me a sort of unsafe vibes which enforced me to unwillingly let the taxi go without this struggling customer. I kept standing with a disappointment face under the blazing sun rays assuming that from now itself the actual struggles began.
By MOUSUMI SEN
