Strangers…
Waiting at the airport for my flight back home after a wonderful and memorable vaccation in Dubai, I was looking around for some form of entertainment. It really amused me to see the variety of people that you can meet in such occasion. Waiting in the lounge, I can just pick any person form a wide range of variety. There is a happy mother of two fighting hard with her youngest child to control him. He on the other hand is very cranky and adamant that the only thing that can pacify him is a call from the pay phone to his grandparents who are eagerly awaiting his arrival back home. Right opposite to me there is a bald man worrying about his business that he is leaving behind for a short period. It is amusing to think that it’s the amount of tension that he takes, causing him to go bald. I can see a mother and her teenage daughter having a pretty good time chatting with each other. The girl is trying hard to teach her mother the basics of a computer, but in vain. The mother who has been a house wife all throughout her motherhood takes no pleasure in such technological luxuries. They are pretty deep in conversation. It can be that the mother is travelling home to drop her daughter off at a college which she is due to join for her professional course. I can see a small pretty girl running around oblivious to all the pains and trouble that travelling through and air plane with all the added security restrictions can cause. She might be very excited about the aspect of flying high above the clouds like a bird. Expecting mothers travelling back home to bring a life to this world are also among the crowd. Most of them are busy talking on the phones. Ladies who travel alone must be busy talking to their loved ones, maybe husband or boyfriend for the last few moments before the flight. Others busy on the phone either calling up home to announce their arrival back to their relatives who must be eagerly waiting or could be that they are talking to their friends that they are leaving behind in this country. Friends that they have made in their short visit to this desert, mining gold for a better future. Old passengers, mostly parents of expatriates who work here are eagerly waiting to get back to their homeland, the place that they have lived almost all their life. To that gods own country where they have all their sweet memories. Back to their old lifestyle that they can always identify.
Among all these faces was the beautiful face of lady, maybe in her mid-twenties. She was all alone, no one to talk to, no one to call. Just alone by herself. I think I noticed a slight tinge of sadness on her face. Is she not happy to go back home? Or is she sad that she is leaving behind something very precious to her. Or could it be someone that she is leaving behind that’s making her sad.
Announcement for boarding the plane has been made, and still my bald friend is on the phone worrying about his business. All strangers - Spending four hours in the same plane and then departing to their respective ways. Strangers, strangely acquainted for a very brief moment, in a very strange way to think of it. Interacting in a very strange way, being part of each other’s life for that duration of journey, yet having no lasting impact on each other’s life. They are just strangers that travelled with me.
Among all these faces was the beautiful face of lady, maybe in her mid-twenties. She was all alone, no one to talk to, no one to call. Just alone by herself. I think I noticed a slight tinge of sadness on her face. Is she not happy to go back home? Or is she sad that she is leaving behind something very precious to her. Or could it be someone that she is leaving behind that’s making her sad.
Announcement for boarding the plane has been made, and still my bald friend is on the phone worrying about his business. All strangers - Spending four hours in the same plane and then departing to their respective ways. Strangers, strangely acquainted for a very brief moment, in a very strange way to think of it. Interacting in a very strange way, being part of each other’s life for that duration of journey, yet having no lasting impact on each other’s life. They are just strangers that travelled with me.
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