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FlashBack #2

And then the journey started in the passage of sky. Passage of sky – the bearer of myriad of routes, the bearer of just a single route.
Had a stop at the fashion city. Very different type of airport it was.
I don’t remember the scheme but if I have to blurt out some colour/form association with Paris airport, it would be Pink and Glass.

I was going towards West and therefore adding a day in my life [don’t be jealous—I’ll fly back to East too]. The mornings and brunches just would not leave me alone. I waited for those hours to pass by, sensing unsensation creeping over my legs, shaking ‘em to shake it off.
the discomfort was very conveniently punctured by acute ear aches and want and deprive of sleep.

And, the hours lengthened by latent time of globe travel passed and ensured that dear me sets her foot in New York.
NOo, not the city, the airport. Yes, the airport :(
When you reach the country of your destination, and the city you want to reach is still far away, it becomes pretty pretty frustrating.
Now as for what memory of JFK Airport conjures up in my mind is that at my immigrations iview, the poor officer has to bear up with my DUMB ways. DUMB not in the mental faculties but the auditory ones. My ears had given up after so many takes offs and landings.

Roamed a while in duty free shops in the airport and boarded other flight to Atlanta.

FlashBack #1

Zipped across a city towards a mega city with lots of thoughts in the mind.
Not the contemplative ones. None of them, not at all.
Somethings like trash had to be taken out that day etc.
Was on call all the while.
Hit the beautifully done expressway.
Reached city of dreams(?) Mumbai.
Next stop – airport.
Lack of time always makes me nervously angry. I was nothing less than a volcano. Erupting. Without a cause. Without a pause.
Just ensuring that I stonefy everything when I cool down. Either ways.

I was on my first international flight.
But there was no jubiliation no exaltation which occupies others I know/have known when they are where I was.
By that(where I was) I meant international airport and not waiting for 105 minutes delayed flight.
Noone likes it.
A 36 hour journey also awaited me and probably with the same attitude as I had towards it.

BTW, the day it started is better known as 17-july-2005 in the history of the world.
More flashbacks to come.

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