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Smiling secretly

Today might have been very very bad day, and it might had given me a chance to smile only onve somewhere during its middle…
It might have stressed me ,tensed me, tested me…
It might have failed me, cursed me, laughed upon me…
It might have left me exhausted, wondering, contemplating and very very scared…

In the end I have got certain somethings figured out and they are going to stay.
I know travails of the today would be spilled tomorrow or probably day after.
But I also know what I learnt and felt and revealed to myself will stay with me for life.
I am smiling now, secretly.
[The day is ending and wronged me as much as it could but still could not stop me from smiling]

High and Dry

Here I am in a foreign city with most of my clothes lying in a laundary and am left high and dry with the laundary shop closed

I bundled my clothes on Saturday and give them.
I am told that I can collect them on Monday evening.
The laundary timings are 7 to 7.
Monday, I come back late at around 11 in the night.
Tuesday, I get up late.
Tuesday evening again I come back home after 7.
Wednesday, I wake up, take a brisk walk to laundary to find it closed!! With a tidy notice in Spanish[which is also foreign to me]
I am speechlessly amazed.
With not a soul in sight, I come back contemplating what will I wear now and whether I would be able to take my clothes back to my country :(
I am flying home this weekend.
Hope I don’t have to travel light. This is one luggage I won’t like to be disposed of.
Hmmph… {God ! what a timing for all this to happen}

Leaving you

My trip comes to an end.
In 2 days I will be travelling back home.

Its a strange feeling which I am expiriencing.
Though I don’t feel attached to this place, a strange sense of association has formed.
The politeness I found and encountered here will haunt me for a while.

The vast stretchededness of this place seems agreeable now.
There are no memories to look back upon yet the stay here has left a pale mark on my mind.

Though I can’t put my finger on how I feel, I know there is sense of inadequcy creeping over.
I am leaving behind a very different world.

Though, I have not been able to make friends here, some people have impressed me beyond doubt.
Their joviality their enthusiasm has made me feel special.

Here’s for Dallas.

Yesterday’s Dinner

Yesterday night I ate

    Maggi Noodles
    Act II PopCorn
    Another pack of Act II PopCorn [this time with fork]
    Choclates [Hershey’s Kisses]
    Mini Peanut Butter Cups

Unfortunately and explainably, I ran out of my stock.
What will become of me tonight? :(
Please donate food.
I thank you for your generous contibutions in advance.


One thing I noticed here is that everything is marked in Braille too.
Its not just my office but my hotel also.
I like it.


I was walking along with few friends and one of their friends joined in.
We talked for 3 min the normal routine of Hi-Hello-Nice Weather-Nice to meet you-Bbye .

What I can definetely conclude after that little conversation is that he is very intelligent and witty.
He is from Pakistan.
“Oh!” I thought.

“Oh!” I realize how sad and shameful it is that our first thought is always that.


Now that I can say, “I have seen world” at least in some small amount of measure, I have concluded 2 things.

1->English is not Lingua Survivala. Spanish is.

2->No matter how technologically advanced does USA becomes, no matter how much they gain nano-tech wise, pyro-tech wise, nucleo-tech wise, they can never make good fans. Yes; People, fans here don’t seem to work. They just spin around their center but just don’t achieve functionally what they should do.

So, take your own desi fans to USA and get acquainted with Spanish.

Out goes the smoke

When smokers need a break they go to smoking room.
When non-smokers need a break where do they go? [other than bathrooms :D]

This place has a very beautiful and calm smoking area. It is out in the open with few chairs to seat you and then a multi boarded wooden plank which walks you to a grill. The wooden “bridge” is flanked by a big lovely tree on its one side. The shade, leaves and beautiful mauve flowers tower and sober the other side too. There are few metal stools underneath the tree. Gives you a nice medidative environment.

So, folks my favourite place here is Smoking Area.
I am a regular frequenter with a cup of coffee or water in my fingers.
Out goes the smoke.

FlashBack #4

Aah! Bed. :)

FlashBack #3

Atlanta [Hartsfield-Jackson] Airport. You are beautiful.
You are artfully done and seem very nice and convenient and very sure of yourself.
Atlanta Airport, I like you. Your shining floor, your nice terminal-shuttle-buses, your mosaic on the wall, your shops.
Hmm… I definetely like you.

I never knew Atlanta Airport would take my thoughts so seriously.
And retain me in its gripping arms.
What! Does no one praises this poor beautiful big aeroplane garage??

My last leg of journey which was supposed to begin from here got cancelled.
And then started the frentic running across different far set wide terminals.

Got a brush with people of this country.
It is going to be differnt, very different here.

Finally got on a flight.
Sat next to a very very cute man.[Reminiscing : )]
...who had a very cute daughter. :(
Started towards my home-to-be-for -a month 3 hours after the scheduled time.

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