Trip To Back Home

The excitement wasn't gripping me last week. But as the date was approaching nearer and nearer I could feel that, the small rumble tumble in the stomach, whenever I used to think about my flight or about home.

I bid farewell by placing chocolates and some cookies at my desk to all the colleagues with whom I had worked for past 6 months.
Then after bidding good bye to all, I left for the day a bit early, as I haven't started packing my baggage, and thats because I knew it won't take me long to finish with my packing.

Then instead of packing I went to A's place, we were 4 guys there, made food watched the IPL and slept there.
The next day morning was fun, full of hurry and a bit tensed, I reached home at 8 then slept again for few more hours got up at 11 had my bath and started packing my bag.By around 2 in the noon I finished all the stuffs and was waiting for my Cab to arrive, which was suppossed to arrive at 3:30.

Now, imagine this, a Benz coming to pick you up. Yes my Cab was a Benz, amazing isn't it and it was the first time I sat in that car. That machine is truely beautiful. No wonder Germans are proud of themselves.
The ride back to the Airport was intresting, and, the intresting factor was in the form of the Taxi Driver, I didn't asked his name nor did he. But he introduced me saying that he comes from Karachi, Pakistan. I must say, that man talked so much and his topics were only ranging between problems happening around in London, India, Pakistan and Afghanistan. And guess what, he even knew who the culprit was, discovery of the Great Columbus.

My flight was at 9:30 and before 5:30 I had by baggage checked in, so I had all the time in the world to roam around the so called Duty Free Shops. I did my shopping from there, and was almost fainted by the prices they charge at the airport. The shops say they are duty free but even a small pack of chocolate was costing 3 pounds more.

After the shopping I had still some 3 hours left for my flight, so I thought of reading a book 'Before I Die' by Jenny Downham, it was then R called me, and when I told him what I was doing he suggested me not to read books with that kind of topic when you are about to board a flight. Ohhh God, then that was it, I stopped that, and was wondering what to do, suddenly the man sitting next to me started a conversation with me. Now this man also belonged to Karachi, Pakistan and was a psychiatrist and guess what, this man was able to talk more than the previous one.
Shortly after, he left for his flight, and I was just killing time, looking here and there, to the people who belonged to different countries, different races, different religion, speaking different languagus. It felt so unique. I wont be able to find this in India again, this Cosmopolitan culture.

And the time arrived, as the clock was ticking to 9:30 the boarding announcement happened, and with that the rumbling tumbling was at its peak.
I could already feel like home. This feel became reality the next day when I had to face the burning Sun, yeah the Mercury was raised more than twice, which I faced a day before.
But it really feels great to be back home.