Date: 7th September 2012
My life is speeding up. I am riding a roller coaster and I have no time to breathe. There is so much happening. I feel very little to deal with everything. My flight has been delayed. I have been waiting in the departure lounge for nearly twelve hours now. That is pretty long and exhausting but I am glad it happened for it brought me so many surprises.
Due to the delay, I got a $12 voucher by the airline to pacify my tummy. I bought a huge slice of Mediterranean pizza with lots of feta cheese, 5 garlic breads without cheese, two packs of Lays chips and a Tim Horton’s coffee.I got a little bored after the food went down my tummy. I took in more than my stomach could digest so I decided to take a walk. After checking duty-free shops twice, I sat down to solve seek games. I looked around to find a girl sitting beside me. She smiled and I smiled back.She had purple streaks and it looked fabulous on her. I complimented her and chatted for a while. Afshan recently got married and had the same destination as me. Then she left to make a call and I was left alone.
I realized suddenly that I am not going to miss home, I am going to miss it badly. My eyes keep welling up and I control the dam building up. I can’t even make a call to hear their voices. I don’t remember my sister’s new cell number. My mom’s number is out of reach. What shall I do? Mom must be worrying. Dear Allah, do some telepathic magic. Comfort my mom’s heart. Tell her I am safe.
It was getting dark. I should have been scared but there was a crowd around me at the departure lounge, full of strangers-Indian,French, Arabs, Hispanics, British, Spanish etcetera. Just when I was waiting for my long-lost plane to arrive, I saw an amazing girl in lounge. She was dressed casually. An orange pajama with a pink shirt. “MIAMI” printed on it in bold and capital letters. It must be the collection I last checked at Victoria’s Secret pink store. Over it she had a navy blue jacket. She had a long green warm scarf around her neck which came falling all across her thighs. She was accessorized with beautiful silver rings, purple nail paint and a Lady Diana’s signature style navy blue hat with a big bow on it. Her pajamas ragged on the floor just when I noticed those black sneakers-same as my black Lacoste one’s. Her hair fell to her shoulders and had hints of blond and dark brown in it. A beautiful British face with definite features and a perfect happy child’s smile. Her bag looked branded but the odd part of it was that it was a huge rectangular carry with a dark brown leather body. She looked ready to walk on a ramp.
It looked as if she had a happy stay in Canada and was going back to England. She was traveling through British Airways and I saw her carry a maroon British passport. I had a view of this as she unzipped her leather carrier and left it open for some time.She carried a red pocketed Ipad, a Mac book, a soft brown Canada printed plane cushion, a white teddy, some odd pair of clothes and God knows what. A moment after rambling on her Ipad, she let go of her earphones and took out a DSLR from a black bag. I had not noticed it until this time. Squeezing one eye she focused through the lens, shifted its circumference to bring precision to her shot and click click she went. She took pictures for the next 15 minutes. She took pictures of people lined up for boarding, people loitering in departure lounge, baby lying on the couch, pay phones, ceiling, officers, etc in amazing angles which made her look like a professional photographer. I was stupid,I couldn’t help it. I constantly monitored her with a smile on my face. She noticed it too and smiled. Maybe figuring it out that I am a psycho or fond of her camera, she waved at me if I want to have a picture. I simply laughed and shook my head. She made a cute sad face. We were just two strangers connecting my mere picture picture session. But on the whole she inspired me-a Pakistani girl. Even though I go to a med school in Pakistan but foreign life appeals to me. Holding a DSLR in my hands and taking in my surroundings tmake everyday a memorable one, seemed exciting to me. Especially the cool Ipad and Mac book would have made me part of the t techno world. Her plane arrived and the lounge started to empty. She quickly jumped to her seat, grabbed her belongings and loaded her. She looked like a porter. I laughed out loud at the thought. Nevertheless her beauty and child like innocence never faded.
In plane: Yayy!! I got a window seat.
The rising of dawn a perfect moment of peace..Its eloquent and I lack a good set of vocabulary to describe it. Precise colorful brush strokes in perfect sequencing. Indigo, Violet, Pink, Orange, Yellow. A magnificent view!
I am realizing there is so much left behind. Fun trips to parks, golf courts and forests, Square One, my dearest library, kind librarians, go-carts, silly cooking experiments, comfort and luxuries, late night classic movies and TV shows, vast green meadows which are now having shades of brown, crimson, orange- a perfect autumn pallet!
My reel of memories from Canada is being derailed just because a cute couple behind me is doing silly romance and giggling. Ughh…I hate people doing romance in public spaces.
I am enjoying my home made chocolate chip cookies with a cup of orange juice and looking through the window into clouds, never ending sea of white and blue clouds. It’s a precious moment. I just saw in the map that we are right above Caspian Sea, flying at an altitude of 10667m and only 3:12 minutes left to destination. Time passed quickly!
This is making me chuckle with astonishment, a huge pile of paper cups on the eating table of my neighbor passenger who is an old, fat, edematous man( sorry I am rude:S)
He is indeed a sober person because he never bothered me even when I accidentally spilled his cup of cold water on his pants. He must be around 55 or 60 and loves chewing Clorets.
My 14 hour flight ends here as I watch the movie” The Exotic Marigold Hotel” and munch a small pack of French Cheese Lays.