I tell you, there is something about these airports.
For me, it is a symbol of beginning. A beginning to your new life after your first take off from your country. Away from your parents and childhood friends, in order to live your dreams.
And I know, days before leaving, you are happy and chirpy as a bird. Flying with your wings in each and every corner of your little old house and celebrating your success for life ahead.
But it is that day when you carry your bagpacks and step down on airport, looking at those happy and sad faces everywhere. An old father seeing off his daughter with watery eyes or maybe a mother standing in excitement to meet her daughter after four years. And thats the time you realise what you’re leaving back.
Smiles on faces, blessings in hearts. Here you walk and walk, stare at the sky and observe the tiny disappearance of a flight with its dingy sound lost in the mist of clouds. It is that moment when you feel the aches of goodbyes. When you realise what it is to leave. Moreover, to accept that maybe you’ll never return or even if you do after years, you’ll never be able to see the same people beside you. Things will change after you go and never be the same. Not the same old man who pats on your back. Not even that lady florist who greets you every morning with a wide fresh smile. And suddenly, you stop. Turn around. And look into the eyes of your parents, speaking the words of pain for letting you go. But they are still proud of you. You go to them. You go to your mother and wipe her tears rolling down her light wrinkled face. You walk up to your dad and hug him the way you used to do when he used to save you from falling. Oh, that feel after such a long time.
And finally, you wave and go. But these feelings always remain in your senses.
After seven long years, you come back again. And as soon as you move towards the airport, you see your old parents waiting for you. There is a sense of realms inside you, afterall you have same people beside you.