Something About Airports

As I waited to greet my sister arriving from DC, I couldn’t help but look around at the throng of people, and take in the scenery.

I saw the exhilaration and sheer joy that comes with seeing loved ones, greet each other, after a long time. I saw the emotional goodbyes, and the occasional tear. I also saw the tender moments of love between a young couple, seeing each other after what probably seemed like an eternity to them. They were clearly oblivious to the crowds. That’s the beauty of love, and of not having a care in the world.

There is something about airports, that has always left me with mixed emotions. I remember my painful goodbye with Mom and Dad, as I left India to find myself in a far away land. I remember the rush of emotion seeing Rohini walk through the crowd, toward me, after a long trip. I could go on….

The heart has a way of celebrating the unions, and the tears have a way of signaling the farewells. I wish I could find a random airport, and stare at a random gate, and pray those that are never coming back, walk in through those doors, just one last time.