After completing yet another tiring official trip, this time to Delhi & Gurgaon, I was returning to Hyderabad on the last day of November. I wonder whether this is an effect of the handing over of my department to a new GM, or my presence in the department has really become that crucial that I've been upgraded from travelling in trains to flights to go to sites to save a few days' time. I really wonder! Nevertheless, since it was a win-win situation for me, I ain’t interested in thinking much about it.
So, I was returning to Hyderabad from Delhi after completing the task assigned to me. This flight was coming from Chicago, and hence, for the first time, I boarded a flight occupied by more overseas people than Indians. There was one time when I hated coming to Hyderabad from any place. The reason was, as soon as I’ve always got into a train/flight to Hyderabad, I get to hear nothing but Telugu, which I never understood. The less availability of Telugu people resulted in the flight resulted in the surprise mentioned above. Hence, there were not many ’antras’, ‘ekkadas’, ‘chepandies’ that I got to hear. :-P Anyways, my one day never ends when these words don’t fall in my ears. Hence, it was a bit surprising for me not to hear them.
The two hours passed away just like that and the flight landed at Hyderabad. For the first time ever, I was coming out of the ‘International Departure Gate’. There comes the fix. My frantic steps were paced down automatically by a view that I’d not seen anywhere despite travelling so much in the past two years. At any Railway Station, or at any Airport! This was something special. I’d never seen so many people waiting for their sons, daughters, parents, spouses, siblings and so many other relations that you can think of! There was a person of every age group present over there. They probably didn’t know what they were wearing; they just wanted to meet their beloved ones. There were people who might not have seen their relatives’ faces for a long time. They all were very happy. And then, as I was crossing them, I could notice that there were a few arrivals in Hyderabad, who had already met the people who came to see them. Hugs. Tears. Smiles. Fun. Pokes. Love, love and only love, was being spread out everywhere. I could sense a small tear rolling out of my left eye. My tear of joy! A few foreigners were also peering at the drama that was going on over there. Some of them were even clicking the photographs. Some of them were making faces at the drama that was going on over there.
Sometimes I wonder, in this world where people are dying to get love and dearness, why are people commanded more by emotions like hatred and detest? Why terrorism is there? Spreading love is the most easiest task one could do, because to do that, one doesn’t need to apply his mind. As I boarded the Aero Express to Banjara Hills from Airport, I felt sudden sheer silence pinching in my heart. I also wanted to be loved. At the same time, I also wanted to love. Reciprocating the same emotion is not at all difficult for a person who holds importance in one’s life. Spread love! Spread happiness!
This is not a sentimental post. This was just that I missed something very badly. Surely, there can’t be any better thing than the Homecoming! Shall there be people waiting for me, at my homecoming? I don't know! I don't wanna know! Staying happy is all that I can do.
Btw, the old title is back. This time more determined not to go back. I hope it never goes this time. A lot of effort has been put up. I'd love to be found, then to be lost. :-)
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