So, after missing the flight, I get a new boarding pass (of the same flight but just 24 hours after the one I was sheduled on)with a feeling, “Don’t ask for a compensation. We are not responsible.”
And I am carrying at least 67kg worth of weight and I have no where to turn to, nowhere to go, can’t even think of which questions should I be asking and to whom. I have no coins to place a call, there are no people around, I don’t remember which elevator I came through, all I see is roads, roads that go to the city, roads having happy people in the cars they can afford or can’t. And, I am standing on the road with 67kg of luggage trying to remember where to walk to get back to the airport before getting lost in the city. Gingerly, I make my way to the airtrain’s station of the JFK airport, to find some kind officer standing there who offers me 5 quarters in place of $1. The extra quarter, I can always give to someone needy, he informs when I tell him he has given me an extra coin. I am fine till now. I make a frantic call to a friend, thinking about the extra day I could have spent with my mom and that I didn’t look in her eyes while leaving and that as soon as I entered the Delhi airport, I realized that I need to give her one more hug, that I absolutely need to do that but its too late and all that thought kills me. It strucks me if I really want all this and I want to be home. I really want to be at home. I think about Paulo Coehlo and think whether everything is going to crash. And then, I think probably I have lost my mind. Its just a flight.

After trapeezing through Air India and Delta counters with all that luggage(pushing it up the steep long ramp , ambling it down the ramp a couple of times), I realize at 11’O clock in the night, that I am on my own with no help to speak-of at all. I spend a lot of money to store my baggage at the airport and try to get some rest in the fitful bouts of sleep I get. Only, to get up in the morning, to find myself staring at the MasterCard Ad.
“Seeing the real New York.
Priceless.”