8th March, 9.30 AM at Ross Frisco(Texas USA), I stood in a dilemma looking at travel bags, a black and a grey. It was too early for shops to open and shop keepers cleaning & smiling at me. Having bitten by shopping bug and its side effects, my bags couldn’t accommodate all I had bought and I had to shop the last gift for myself, a travel luggage. LOL!!
As I walked around luggage displays, I just wished I had someone who could help me make a decision. I didn’t even notice a gentle man standing next to me looking for another bag. I was talking to myself when he cracked a conversation about a choice between Samsonite and Nautica. I asked him about my dilemma and he helped me for next 5 minutes to make a choice. I bought the bag we both felt looks good and then he left the place.
As I paid the bill and walked out of the showroom, I was just thinking why did we meet? An hour in the day, when people are just wrapping breakfast, why was he in the shop? Did he come to just help? Or was I open enough to talk so he helped?
It was the day when I was traveling back home and was stuck in a bad chaos at airport. The American airlines staff mis-guided me thrice and I was just an hour away from my flight time and still waiting to get a boarding pass. I was panicked to hell and tapping my legs furiously. A man standing ahead of me just turned and smiled. He started with a small conversation and told me the late you get, more chances are there for an upgrade. He not only told me to relax, but continued his small talk to make me laugh at the incident. He was coincidently on the same flight as mine. On the 18 hours long journey, we had good conversations about life experiences, hot & pity topic of shaadi.com and a man’s view of wife and life.
Had I been on my own, I would have missed it but he also helped me get an express transfer at Heathrow airport as well as we had less time between flights. I told him I would name him as express wala in my blog, to which we laughed aloud.
I thought the day would be easy since all the drama had ended, but as I landed in India my mobile was not recognizing sim card and there he was helping me call my cab. 5 minutes more together and then we waved each other good bye.
I have often travelled alone and have managed my way, but this was the most awkward journey with incidents to remember. Was it all supposed to happen to me and so I had some one next to me to help especially on this one.
Such incidents often make me ponder; Life is a very strange journey. As you walk the path you meet people, stay together for a while and then move on as if we are strangers. What dictates when we are supposed to meet, why do we have feelings when we are together? Then why we curb those feelings and silently walk away from them as strangers.
A friend once told me, we need such memories along with breathe which justifies that we are living. But life and its experiences, keep this wonder writer wonder….why we meet?
As I walked around luggage displays, I just wished I had someone who could help me make a decision. I didn’t even notice a gentle man standing next to me looking for another bag. I was talking to myself when he cracked a conversation about a choice between Samsonite and Nautica. I asked him about my dilemma and he helped me for next 5 minutes to make a choice. I bought the bag we both felt looks good and then he left the place.
As I paid the bill and walked out of the showroom, I was just thinking why did we meet? An hour in the day, when people are just wrapping breakfast, why was he in the shop? Did he come to just help? Or was I open enough to talk so he helped?
It was the day when I was traveling back home and was stuck in a bad chaos at airport. The American airlines staff mis-guided me thrice and I was just an hour away from my flight time and still waiting to get a boarding pass. I was panicked to hell and tapping my legs furiously. A man standing ahead of me just turned and smiled. He started with a small conversation and told me the late you get, more chances are there for an upgrade. He not only told me to relax, but continued his small talk to make me laugh at the incident. He was coincidently on the same flight as mine. On the 18 hours long journey, we had good conversations about life experiences, hot & pity topic of shaadi.com and a man’s view of wife and life.
Had I been on my own, I would have missed it but he also helped me get an express transfer at Heathrow airport as well as we had less time between flights. I told him I would name him as express wala in my blog, to which we laughed aloud.
I thought the day would be easy since all the drama had ended, but as I landed in India my mobile was not recognizing sim card and there he was helping me call my cab. 5 minutes more together and then we waved each other good bye.
I have often travelled alone and have managed my way, but this was the most awkward journey with incidents to remember. Was it all supposed to happen to me and so I had some one next to me to help especially on this one.
Such incidents often make me ponder; Life is a very strange journey. As you walk the path you meet people, stay together for a while and then move on as if we are strangers. What dictates when we are supposed to meet, why do we have feelings when we are together? Then why we curb those feelings and silently walk away from them as strangers.
A friend once told me, we need such memories along with breathe which justifies that we are living. But life and its experiences, keep this wonder writer wonder….why we meet?
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