Apr 24, 2015

Two Countries And An Ocean In Between

Today is a full month since I left my home and my home.

It is a strange place that I am in. Different yet not so different. I don't know what it is to be like outside your home. I didn't know. I still don't. I am learning homesickness; it is all coming very slow is what I feel.

I am not sad like how people are when they leave home for the first time. I am in fact very happy; I am staying in my aunt's home. It feels just like my home, almost. I feel strange sometimes though. It feels like I would roll my always-ready bag to the ariport in a couple of days and go back home. And carry some tales with me about the vacation I had.

I use 'home' to refer to my country too, in some of these sentences; specially my city, Delhi. I am in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia right now.

I boarded a plane for the first time in my memory, that night. I say 'in my memory' because it wasn't technically the first time but rather practically the first time. After all, when you had last board a plan at the age of 3, it feels like a theory only when you try to remember it while doing the same after 24 years. It is a long time. A very long time.

Right-bottom is engine
I had heard people relate anecdotes about plane takeoffs and landings. How they felt or how some others in the plane reacted of this scary thing. Chanting/Reciting prayers with anxiety. I can say with utmost surity though that, that was the most wonderful part of my journey. The take off specially. I would do that whole day if I could.

I was travelling at night so I got to witness this(on the right). It was a connecting flight and I felt rather alone at that connecting airport. Small airport in the middle of another desert country in the dead of the night with a feel of 20 years ago. But the rest was good.