I spend my days rushing through my regular routine - work, home, work, home....And then, a couple of times every year, I am jolted from my inertia, and reminded of the big world outside of my little cocoon, and the land I left behind for my new home.
A trip to the international terminal at Chicago Ohare to pick up my parents or my mother in law is always a memorable experience. The people watching experience is great fun.
Every arriving flight brings the same kind of people - the nervous young grad students, the tired and bored business traveller, the shy and apprehensive new bride, the harried mom with hyperactive children, the overwhelmed grandparents... And the reaction of the people who have come to receive them is also identical - we are nervous, excited, impatient and finally, immensely relieved when we see the face of our long awaited loved one.
It makes me think of how small the world really is, and how alike all of us really are. Why then do we fight?
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You just gave me goosebumps. That was one of the most beautiful thingies I have read in a while.
Nice work Akka. Love you
You are too kind, love you too!
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