Life is a Poem

Its not always flowery words...and it does not always rhyme...it cannot be turned into a song all the time. It does have meaning...it has a heart...it is saying something all the time. And sometimes it is a song!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Airports, bus stands and railway stations

You figured it! People - that's what's common here. People getting to work, to meet loved ones, to sort out issues, to relax...and always how you get to these places is just about as important as the journey itself. Are your eyes moist? Are you all twinkle eyed and excited? Are you exhausted??


And of course who is with you. Who is dropping you? Are they happy, relieved, sad, angry? Are they there for duty, security, love? I think most important give away is how you greet someone at the end of your journey. Is it 'honey I am home'? Is it 'honey (oh no but) I am home'? How bereft can one get if the trip that was so precious finally got over. All those months of planning, getting-excited-about, count down are now nothing but memories.
Have you seen how in a plane of almost equally sleep deprived passengers how some look really chirpy while others look indifferent and some outright depressed!



These places have power over our emotions. They are symbols of where we are at a point in life. It is how nonchalant we have grown since that first air trip. It is how many butterflies are dancing in the bottom of our bellies. It is how many promises we need to keep in that trip. It is how soon you have to be back and who is waiting for you back home. It is how much of yourself you are planning to give away to the new place...it is also how much of you really comes back from the journey.

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